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He loves and weeps—but more than tears Have sealed Thy welcome and his love - One look lives in him, and endears Crosses and wrongs where'er he rove:

That gracious chiding look, Thy call To win him to himself and Thee, Sweetening the sorrow of his fall Which else were rued too bitterly.

E'en through the veil of sheep it shines, The memory of that kindly glance; - The Angel watching by, divines And spares awhile his blissful trance.

Or haply to his native lake His vision wafts him back, to talk With JESUS, ere His flight He take, As in that solemn evening walk,

When to the bosom of His friend, The Shepherd, He whose name is Good. Did His dear lambs and sheep commend, Both bought and nourished with His blood:

Then laid on him th' inverted tree, Which firm embraced with heart and arm, Might cast o'er hope and memory, O'er life and death, its awful charm.

With brightening heart he bears it on, His passport through this eternal gates, To his sweet home—so nearly won, He seems, as by the door he waits,

The unexpressive notes to hear Of angel song and angel motion, Rising and falling on the ear Like waves in Joy's unbounded ocean. -

His dream is changed—the Tyrant's voice Calls to that last of glorious deeds - But as he rises to rejoice, Not Herod but an Angel leads.

He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright, Glancing around his prison room - But 'tis a gleam of heavenly light That fills up all the ample gloom.