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 Who scornful pass it with averted eye, 'Twill crush them by-and-by.

"Raise thy repining eyes, and take true measure  Of thine eternal treasure; The Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought,   The world for thee was bought; And as this landscape broad—earth, sea, and sky, -   All centres in thine eye, So all God does, if rightly understood,   Shall work thy final good."


 * The vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come, it will not tarry.  Habakkuk ii. 3.

The morning mist is cleared away, Yet still the face of Heaven is grey, Nor yet this autumnal breeze has stirred the grove, Faded yet full, a paler green Skirts soberly the tranquil scene, The red-breast warbles round this leafy cove.

Sweet messenger of "calm decay," Saluting sorrow as you may, As one still bent to find or make the best, In thee, and in this quiet mead, The lesson of sweet peace I read, Rather in all to be resigned than blest.

'Tis a low chant, according well With the soft solitary knell, As homeward from some grave beloved we turn, Or by some holy death-bed dear, Most welcome to the chastened ear Of her whom Heaven is teaching how to mourn.

O cheerful tender strain! the heart That duly bears with you its part, Singing so thankful to the dreary blast, Though gone and spent its joyous prime, And on the world's autumnal time, 'Mid withered hues and sere, its lot be cast: