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Notes On Literature. Science, And Art.
" These rays of sunset in the pane Strike twilight ' s hour : rest is near . Sweet rest!—the rest of thought and prayer : His plane hath moved upon some knots Not harder than men ' s hearts . " And beautiful are the lines : —
" These sunset rays that greet his toil- — Tho evening star and groAving moon , Tho sheep laid on the mountain's slope , The lilies closing on the lake—Are all his Father's voice to him : One love hath made his heart all love . "
Into the theology of the poems I must not enter here : as a literary composition the little volume is fair game for criticism , even in the neutral pages of a Masonic Magazine ; ancl the quotations I g ive will commend themselves alike to our numerous and beloved Israelitish as Avell as our Christian Brethren ; as , for instance , the following able description of the diffidence with which the recluse first launches his high thoughts on the Avorld : —
" Yet souls much bent with solitude Grow timid when their thoughts , long nursed , Should leave their birthplace for the world , And live in living- words and deeds : They know them in their sanctuary—They are their children and their love—But will they knOAv them in the world , Clothed hy the tongue , midst battle din ,
In sharp-edged word to meet a lie ? Or if , behind opposing foes , The skeleton form of Death should rise , Will they be then' dear offspring still ? And will they follow them and die , Content that Death shall make them live ? Their sleep is calm behind their veil , And wakingthey meet friendly
eyes—, Their path is wide as sea and land : Should they keep hid , and let the world Stand to its anchors , or go back To the old Chaos and dead sun , And other orbs fill heaven with souls ? "
Fine , too , is the thought—a sentiment Avorthy to be nursed in the bosom of every Mason who is really anxious to make himself more serviceable to his fellow-creatures : — " Yet , what if all the summits show'd—¦ Sweet valleys brilliant in the sun , Broad plains with cedars in their lap , And seas and lakes as old as Death—He might call his ; and sin remained : - A thief redeem'd was more than those . "
Lei gh Hunt has well sung the PoAver of Gentleness ; and that of heavenl y Love over hellish Hate is abl y depicted b y our author : — " The priests heap'd fire on fire , And threatening hell to drive out hell , Increased its flame ; for men Avere saved , Not hy a consciousness of hell
, But some sweet breath , they knew not whence , That made them list , and hear a stir In a dim comer of themselves—Then say to then- lone tear that foil , ' I will arise , I am not dead ! ' "
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Notes On Literature. Science, And Art.
" These rays of sunset in the pane Strike twilight ' s hour : rest is near . Sweet rest!—the rest of thought and prayer : His plane hath moved upon some knots Not harder than men ' s hearts . " And beautiful are the lines : —
" These sunset rays that greet his toil- — Tho evening star and groAving moon , Tho sheep laid on the mountain's slope , The lilies closing on the lake—Are all his Father's voice to him : One love hath made his heart all love . "
Into the theology of the poems I must not enter here : as a literary composition the little volume is fair game for criticism , even in the neutral pages of a Masonic Magazine ; ancl the quotations I g ive will commend themselves alike to our numerous and beloved Israelitish as Avell as our Christian Brethren ; as , for instance , the following able description of the diffidence with which the recluse first launches his high thoughts on the Avorld : —
" Yet souls much bent with solitude Grow timid when their thoughts , long nursed , Should leave their birthplace for the world , And live in living- words and deeds : They know them in their sanctuary—They are their children and their love—But will they knOAv them in the world , Clothed hy the tongue , midst battle din ,
In sharp-edged word to meet a lie ? Or if , behind opposing foes , The skeleton form of Death should rise , Will they be then' dear offspring still ? And will they follow them and die , Content that Death shall make them live ? Their sleep is calm behind their veil , And wakingthey meet friendly
eyes—, Their path is wide as sea and land : Should they keep hid , and let the world Stand to its anchors , or go back To the old Chaos and dead sun , And other orbs fill heaven with souls ? "
Fine , too , is the thought—a sentiment Avorthy to be nursed in the bosom of every Mason who is really anxious to make himself more serviceable to his fellow-creatures : — " Yet , what if all the summits show'd—¦ Sweet valleys brilliant in the sun , Broad plains with cedars in their lap , And seas and lakes as old as Death—He might call his ; and sin remained : - A thief redeem'd was more than those . "
Lei gh Hunt has well sung the PoAver of Gentleness ; and that of heavenl y Love over hellish Hate is abl y depicted b y our author : — " The priests heap'd fire on fire , And threatening hell to drive out hell , Increased its flame ; for men Avere saved , Not hy a consciousness of hell
, But some sweet breath , they knew not whence , That made them list , and hear a stir In a dim comer of themselves—Then say to then- lone tear that foil , ' I will arise , I am not dead ! ' "