92 DAY-SPRING. 'Tis mingling with the river's smile, 'Tis flinging far its silver net, O'er ocean's braided blue. 'Tis blushing o'er the meadow's gold, 'Tis gilding the old ruin's moss, 'Tis quivering in the village smoke It beats against the castle gate, O'er the church-yard it is resting,- DAY-SPRING. O the gay burst of beauty To holy morning mirth! Yet look we for a sunrise When a far fairer morning And a far fresher sunlight Look down from bluer skies. Is not creation weary? Has sin not reigned too long? Hear, Lord, thy Church's pleading, Come, end her day of wrong! 93 DUST TO DUST. DUST receive thy kindred! Earth take now thine own! To thee this trust is rendered; Guard the precious treasure, Ever-faithful tomb! Keep it all unrifled, Till the Master come. Time's tide of change and uproar Breaks above thy head; Feet of restless millions O'er thy chambers tread. Earthquakes, whirlwinds, tempests, Tear the quivering ground; Voices, trumpets, thunders, Fill the air around. 96 DUST TO DUST. Turf of the shaded church-yard, Warder of the clay, Watch the toil-worn sleeper, Watch the well-loved sleeper, Shield it froin alarm. Clasp it kindly, fondly, Clasp it as the mother Clasps her nestling joy. Guard the precious treasure, Ever faithful tomb; Keep it all unrifled Till the Master come. |