Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 35 1834.pdf/15



when the Saviour's calm benignant eye Fell on your gentle beauty; when from you That heavenly lesson for all hearts he drew, Eternal, universal, as the sky; Then in the bosom of your purity A voice He set, as in a temple-shrine, That Life's quick travellers ne'er might pass you by, Unwarned of that sweet oracle divine. And tho' too oft its low celestial sound By the harsh notes of work-day care is drowned, And the loud steps of vain unlistening haste, Yet the great Ocean hath no tone of power Mightier to reach the soul, in Thought's hushed hour, Than yours, meek Lilies! chosen thus and graced.