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Which therein works a miracle in nature, i 144. ARMOR, Ohristian.
To arms! or thou art put to flight;
Attest thy glorious chivalry.
Arisel acquit thee valiantly.
To arm thee with this panoply.
Though called to wrestle here below
008, | Against a mighty three-fold foe, Gayly we glide, in the gaze of the world, With streamers afloat, and with canvas un
Perpetual conquests thou shalt know furled;
Equipp'd thou art invincible. All gladness and glory to wondering eyes, Great, great shall thy rejoicing be, Yet chartered by sorrow, and freighted with Ceaseless thy boast of victory, sighs ! —
| 'Till thou thy King in glory see, Fading and false is the aspect it wears,
Through whom thou art omnipotent. As the smiles we put on-just to cover our
Phæbe Palmer. tears
145. ARMOR, Dying in. And the withering thoughts which the world on cannot know,
Oh, is it not a noble thing to die Like heart-broken exiles, lie burning below;
| As dies the Christian, with his armor on! While the vessel drives on to that desolate
What is the hero's clarion, though its blast shore
Ring with the mastery of a world, to this ?Where the dreams of our childhood are van
What are the searching victories of mindished and o'er!
The lore of vanish'd ages ?—What are all Thomas Kibble Hervey.
The trumpetings of proud humanity,
To the short history of him who made 142. ARGUMENT, Calmness in.
His sepulchre beside the King of kings?
N. P. Willis. Be calm in arguing: for fierceness makes 146. ARMOR, Ministerial. Error a fault, and truth discourtesy
When first my soul enlisted, Why should I feel another man's mistakes
My Saviour's foes to fight, More than his sickness or poverty?
Mistaken friends insisted In love I should: but anger is not love,
I was not armed aright; Nor wisdom neither; therefore gently
So Saul advised David move.
He certainly would fail, Calmness is great advantage: he that lets
Nor could his life be saved Another chafe, may warm him at his fire:
Without a coat of mail. Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets, But David, though he yielded As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire.
To put the armor on, Truth dwells not in the clouds: the tower Soon found he could not wield it, that's there
And ventured forth with none. Doth often aim at, never hit, the sphere.
With only sling and pebble
He fought the fight of faith : 143. ARGUMENT, Vain.
The weapons seemed but feeble, It is in vain,
Yet proved Goliath's death. I see, to argue against the grain,
Had I by him been guided, Or like the stars, incline men to
And quickly thrown away What they're averse themselves to do;
The armor men provided, For when disputes are wearied out,
I might have gained the day; 'Tis interest still resolves the doubt.
But armed as they advised me, A man convinced against his will
My expectations failed;
My enemy surprised me,
And had almost prevailed. Like doctors too, when much dispute has Furnished with books and notions, passed
And arguments and pride,
I practised all my motions,
But soon perceived with trouble O fate of fools ! officious in contriving;
That these would do no good; In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost.
150, ASCENSION, Christ's.
It was a golden eventide. The sun
Was sinking through the roseate clouds to rest
Beneath the Western waves. But purer light When forced to join in fight;
And vestments woven of more glorious hues, He broke my sword in shivers,
Albeit invisible to mortal eyes, [of God, And pierced my boasted shield; Gladden'd the heavens. For there the hosts Laughed at my vain endeavors,
Ten thousand times ten thousand, tier on tier, And drove me from the field. Marshall'd by Gabriel, fill'd the firmament;
The lowest ranks, horses and cars of fire, Satan will not be braved
Circling Mount Olivet; and next to these
A body-guard of flaming seraphim,
And hierarchal thrones; and after them
Celestial armies without number stretch'd
In infinite ascent aloft, their swords [scared, And use the sling of prayer: Sheathed by their side (for, like an eagle Thus armed, when Satan sees us, No foe on that great triumph moved the wing, He'll tremble and despair.
Open'd his mouth, or peep'd), and in their John Newton
hand 147, ART, Impression of.
The palm of victory and the harp of praise : Art may tell a truth While through their thronging multitudes Obliquely, do the thing shall breed the there oped thought,
fate word. | A path of crystal glory, all perfumed
bdi. / With love and breezy raptures, such as heaven So may you paint your picture, twice show
vice show Had never known. But every eye was bent truth, Upon the Saviour, as He stood amongst
(rose, Beyond mere imagery on the wall. - [mind. The apostolic group, and lifted up So, note by note, bring music from your
His hands and bless'd them, and in blessing Deeper than ever the Andante dived,
No wind, no car, no cherubim of fire So write a book shall mean, beyond the facts,
Ministrant, in His Father's might self-moved, Suffice the eye and save the soul beside.
Into the glowing sky; until a cloud
Far floating in the zenith, which had drunk
Of the last sunbeams, wrapt His radiant form, 148. ART, Votaries of.
And instantly became like light itself, What is thy worship but a vain pretence, Then melted into viewless air. But we, Spirit of beauty, and a servile trade,
Closing around His path, with shouts of joy A poor and an unworthy traffic made Rose with Him through the subjugated With most sacred gifts of soul and sense;
heavens, If they who tend thine altars, gathering thence The desolate domains of Lucifer, No strength, no purity, may still remain And through the starry firmament, whose orbs, Selfish and dark, and from life's sordid stain Vibrating with the impulse of our march, Find in their ministrations no defence ? Resounded Hallelujahs and flash'd fires -Thus many times I ask, when aught of mean Of welcomc-a procession such as earth Or sensual has been brought unto mine ear, Saw never, nor had heaven beheld till nowOf them whose calling high is to insphere Observing each his place, yet each one near Eternal beauty in forms of human art-[been The Prince of glory, who was near to each, Vexed that my soul should ever moved have His Omnipresent Eye on every face By that which has such feigning at the heart. Shedding His rapture; ever soaring higher, Richard Chenevix Trench. And singing as we soar'd, until we reach'd
The confines of the third celestial sphere, 149. ARTIFICE, Shallow.
Shut in by gates of pearl, transcending these Shallow artifice begets suspicion,
Of Paradise, as these surpass the porch And like a cobweb veil but thinly shades Of the first Eden. There aloof, around, The face of thy design: alone disguising Thronging the arch on this side and on that, What should have ne'er been seen; imperfect Was Michael with a host equal to ours, mischief!
Sent from the heavenly Zion. Onward still Thou like the adder, venomous and deaf, We swept like clouds over an azure sky, Hast stung the traveller, and, after, hear'st And to the sound of martial trumpets sang Not his pursuing voice; e'en when thou Exultingly, 'Lift up your heads, ye gates! think'st
Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors! To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass Up, and the King of glory shall come in.' Confess and point the path which thou has't Immediate, like an echo from those ranks crept.
Guarding the beavenly citadel, the voice
Of myriads perfectly attuned as one, I Still be thou our salvation and our song."
William Drummond. Mighty in battle against the powers of hell, Jehovah, King of glory! Lift your heads!
152, ASCENSION, Results of the. Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors!
And did he rise ? Up, and the King of glory shall come in' Hear, O ye nations ! Hear it, o ye dead!
Who is the King of glory?' yet again He rose! He rose ! He burst the bars of death. Peal'd from those opening gates. The Lord Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, of hosts;
And give the King of glory to come in! He is the King of glory,' broke once more Who is the King of glory? He who left In waves of thunder on those jasper walls, His throne of glory for the pang of death! Which never shook till now. And, host with Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
[swept, And give the King of glory to come in! Commingling, through the portals on We Who is the King of glory! He who slew And through the city of the King of kings. The rav'nous foe that gorg'd all human race! The streets of golden crystal tremulous | The King of glory, He, whose glory fill'd Beneath the nimble tread of seraphim, Heaven with amazement at his love to man; And eager principalities and powers,
And with divino complacency beheld And cohorts without number, till we came Powers most illumined wilder'd in the theme. Into the heavenly temple (space enough The theme, the joy, how then shall man Beneath its comprehensive dome for all
sustain! God's ministries and more than all twice told O, the burst gates! crush'd sting! demolIn order ranged): and then the Great High ish'd throne! Priest
Last gasp of vanquish'd death. Shout, earth Alone advancing with His precious blood
and heaven, Touch'd, as it seem'd, the spotless mercy-seat; This sum of good to man; whose nature then And lo, the Everlasting Father rose,
Took wing, and mounted with him from the Diffusing beams of joy ineffable,
tomb! Which centred on His Son, His only Son, Then, then, I rose! Then first humanity And rising to His bosom folded Him
Triumphant pass'd the crystal ports of light, (If acts of Him the Increate can thus
(Stupendous guest!) and seized eternal Be duly in our language shadow'd forth)
(mous And set Him at His own right hand: while Seized in our name. E'er since, 'tis blasphe
To call man mortal. Man's mortality Breathing Divine ambrosial fragrance, fillid Was then transferred to death ; and heaven's The temple, and awoke in every heart
duration Bliss inconceivable of silent praise.
Unalienably seal'd to this frail frame,
E. H. Bickersteth. This child of dust. Man, all-immortal, hail ! 151. ASCENSION, Hymn of.
Hail, Heaven! all lavish of strange gifts to “Bright portals of the sky,
man : Embossed with sparkling stars ;
Thine all the glory! man's the boundless
153. ASPIRATION, Answer to.
Tell him that his very longing is itself an
answering cry; Ope wide your leaves of gold; That in your roofs may come the King of
That his prayer, “Come, gracious Allah ! ” kings.
is my answer, “Here am I.”
Every inmost aspiration is God's angel unThe choirs of happy souls,
defiled; Waked with that music sweet,
And in every “O my Father ! ” slumbers Whose descant care controls,
deep “Here, my child." Their Lord in triumph meet;
154, ASPIRATION and Attainment.
Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire
Heavenward; and chide the part of me that
flags, O glory of the Heaven !
Through sinful choice; or dread necessity
On human nature from above imposed.
'Tis, by comparison, an easy task
Earth to despise; but to converse with Of mankind lover true,
This is not easy :—to relinquish all
| We have, or hope, of happiness and joy,
And stand in freedom loosened from this A dewy cloud detaining not the soul that world,
soars and sings, I deem not arduous; but must needs confess Up! higher yet, and higher, That 'tis a thing impossible to frame
Fainting nor retreating, Conceptions equal to the soul's desire; Beyond the sun, beyond the stars, to the far, And the most difficult of tasks to keep
bright realm of meeting! Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
Robert Buchanan. Man is of dust : ethereal hopes are his,
157, ASPIRATION, Sympathy in. Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft,
Countless chords of heavenly music, Want due consistence; like a pillar of smoke,
Struck ere earthly time began, That with majestic energy from earth
Vibrate in immortal concord Rises; but, having reached the thinner air,
To the answering soul of man.
Countless rays of heavenly glory
Shine through spirit pent in clay,
On the wise men at their labors, 155. ASPIRATION, Heavenward.
On the children at their play. The bird, let loose in eastern skies,
Man has gazed on heavenly secrets, When hastening fondly home,
Sunned himself in heavenly glow, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Seen the glory, heard the music; Where idle warblers roam;
We are wiser than we know. But high she shoots through air and light,
Charles Mackay. Above all low delay,
| 158. ASPIRATION, Worth of. Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are wor
thy to be sought, So grant me, God, from every care
The singer, upward-springing, And stain of passion free, .
Is grander than his singing, Aloft, through Virtue's purer air,
And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the To hold my course to Thee!
dark of thought. Robert Buchanan. No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
159, ASSOCIATION, Adjustment of. My Soul, as home she springs ;Thy Sunshine on her joyful way,
Who, think'st thou, in the courts of Heaven Thy Freedom in her wings !
reside ? Thomas Moore.
They, who with malice burn, with envy 156. ASPIRATION, Higher.
Ply the full feast and quaff the midnight Higher, yet, and higher,
Loose pleasure's daughters, and the sons of Ever nigher, ever nigher,
pride? To the glory we conceive not, let us toil and
They who from meek affliction turn aside, strive and strain !
Its plaints unheard; and bow at Mammon's The agonized yearning
(vine, The imploring and the burning,
Moloch's or Bel's; and, blind to truth diGrown awfuller, intenser, at each vista we Neglect
We Neglect God's mercy, and His power deride? attain,
If such Heaven's inmates, well thou runn'st And clearer, brighter, growing,
(tell, Up the gulf of heaven wander,
Man of the world! But ah! let conscience Higher, higher yet and higher, to the Mys- If holy hes
wys. If holy hearts the holy city grace, (well, tery we ponder!
What part hast thou therein; and ponder Yea, higher yet, and higher,
Yea, ponder well betimes that other place, Ever nigher, ever nigher,
And who its tenants, and with whom they While men grow small by stooping and the dwell.
Bp. Mant." reaper piles the grain,
160. ASSOCIATION, Infaenoe of.
A fragrant piece of earth salutes
Each passenger, and perfume shoots,
Unlike the common earth or sod,
Around through all the air abroad.
A pilgrim near it once did rest,
And took it up, and thus addressed :
“Art thou a lump of musk? or art
A ball of spice this smell t' impart
To all who chance to travel by
The spot where thou, like earth, dost lie ?" Thro' voids that Milton and the rest beat still Humbly the clod replied: “I must with seraph-wings;
Confess that I am only dust.
Its rootlets shot, its flowerets blew,
And all the rose's sweetness rolled
So, receiving wise men in thy heart, Throughout the texture of my mould; Thou shalt find, when their persons depart, And so it is that I impart
That their wisdom behind them hath stayed. Perfume to thee, whoe'er thou art!"
Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.
165, ASSURANCE, Blessing of. 161. ASSOCIATION, Lesson of.
Not from the dust my sorrows spring, Those evening bells ! those evening bells ! Nor drop my comforts from the lower skies; How many a tale their music tells
Let all the baneful planets shed Of youth, and home, and that sweet time Their mingled curses on my head, When last I heard their soothing chime! How vain their curses, if the eternal King Those joyous hours have passed away
Look through the clouds, and bless me with
his eyes! And many a heart that then was gay
Isaac Watts. Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
166, ASTRONOMY, Devotional. And hears no more those evening bells. One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine, And so 't will be when I am gone,
And light us deep into the Deity. ... That tuneful peal will still ring on;
How boundless in magnificence and might ! While other bards shall walk these dells
O, what a confluence of ethereal fires,
From urns unnumbered, down the steep of And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
heaven, Thomas Moore.
Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! 162, ASSOCIATION, Local.
Nor tarries there. . . . I feel it at my heart, And who, that walks where men of ancient | My heart at once it humbles and exaltsdays
spraise. | Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Have wrought with godlike arm the deeds of | Who sees it unexalted ? or unawed ? Feels not the spirit of the place control,
Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen ? Or rouse and agitate his laboring soul ?
Material offspring of Omnipotence! Say, who, by thinking on Canadian hills,
Inanimate, all animating birth! (praise ! Or wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills,
Work worthy Him who made it! worthy On Zutphen's plain; or on that highland dell, All praise! praise
| All praise ! praise more than human! nor Through which rough Garry cleaves his way,
. [in sleep, can tell
Thy praise divine! But though man, drowned What high resolves rivets to the spot,
Withholds his homage, not alone I wake: Where breathed the gale that caught Wolfe's Bright legions swarm unseen, and sing (unhappiest sigh,
| By mortal ear) the glorious Architect, [heard And the last sunbeam fell on Bayard's eye;
In this his universal temple, hung Where bleeding Sidney from the cup retired. / With lustres, with innumerable lights, And glad Dundee in "i faint huzzas » expired. That shed religion on the soul. -at once, William Wordsworth. The temple, and the preacher ! O, how loud
It calls devotion! genuine growth of night. 163. ASSOCIATION, Ties of.
Devotion! daughter of astronomy! Two faithful needles, from the informing An undevout astronomer is mad. touch
True, all things speak a God; but in the small, Of the same parent-stone, together drew Men trace out Him-in great, He seizes man; Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir'd Seizes, and elevates, and wraps, and fills With fatal impulse quivering to the pole: With new inquiries, 'mid associates new. Then, tho' disjoin'd by kingdoms, tho' the
Edward Young. main
[stars Roll'd its broad surge betwixt, and different
167. ATHEISM, Blight of. Beheld their wakeful motions, yet presery'd
They eat The former friendship, and remember'd still Their daily bread and draw the breath of The alliance of their birth: whate'er the line
Heaven, Which one possess'd, nor pause nor quiet Without or thought or thanks. Heaven's knew
roof, to them, The sure associate, ere with trembling speed Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, He found his path, and fix'd unerring there.
No more, that lights them to their purposes. Such is the secret union where we feel They wander loose about; they nothing see, A song, a flower, a name, at once restore
Themselves except, and creatures like themThose long-connected scenes where first they
selves, The attention.
[mová /Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save. Mark Akenside.
To their dissolute spirits, soon or late,
Destruction cometh, like an armed man, 164. ASSOCIATION, Wise.
Or like a dream of murder in the night, As the rose doth its fragrance impart
Withering their mortal faculties, and breakTo the basket in which it is laid,
The bones of all their pride. .. [ing. Whether wrought of pure gold or of braid;