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HEATHEN ORACLES CONFESSING CHRIST.
RECONDITA EST ÆRARIO;
ET GEMMA, DETERSO LUTO,
NITORE VINCIT SIDERA.”
Rom. Brev. Mar. Mag.
SEOUNDUS, VERA REOOGNOSOERE.”
Lactantius, De fals. Rel., lib. i. cap. xxiii.
I.
Soph. Antig. 1256.
Some dreadful weight of woe to speak,
The poet drops his oar and sail,
And Silence bids to tell the tale.
Entangled in a mortal strife,
In silence hide the desperate will,
And in a thunder-cloud are still.
Ps. xxxix. 3.
More dread than is this stillness long,
Which seems to wrap all nature round,
Awaiting the last Trumpet's sound.
Which seem to mark the ways of God,
Sound deeper than the outward sense,
With a strange awful eloquence.
II.
και γαρ ο μηδαμα δη φιλον, ην φιλον:
οποτε γε και τον εν χεροιν κατειχον .”
Œd. Col. 1693.
By her blind father's aged side,
Guiding his feeble steps aright,
Like morning star with sable night.
Her Presence lights, serene and mild;
In duteous love she found repose,
And thus spoke sweetly at its close.
Shall with the “Man of Sorrows” climb,
Affection's light the cloud shall line,
And paint its edge with hues divine.
With Christ, nor duty's hand let go,
Safe on their Father's breast erewhile
Shall on the past look back, and smile.
III.
Are shadows of the Eternal's wing,
Fostering in her obedient ways,
Where Piety gives length of days.
In varied forms of discipline,
God teaches thus His hand to see,
Whose service is true liberty.
I ever thought of little worth;
The Angels with their King above
Know of no liberty but love.
God's own vicegerence manifest;
Which all around a people brings
The anointing of the King of kings.
IV.
Did Empire make her wondrous home,
So deep her strong foundations cast,
With power that lingers to the last?
A mystic word there did belong,
Which changeful Greece could ne'er supply,
That word of power is “Piety.”
Now seems to issue from afar,
And o'er the ages yet to be
To rise in tranquil majesty.
Upon Mount Sinai's fifth command,
Which casts its shadow long before,
And hath the length of days in store.
V.
νος αναλκιν ου φω-
τα λαμβανει. ”
Pind. Ol. i. 129
A mailèd form of heathen mood,
Hath power mad multitudes to stay,
And hold the upheaving world at bay?
That takes its post and will not swerve,
Shadows that Faith whose fearless form
Walks on the waves and treads the storm.
The stormy kingdom's helm to hold,
The praise of man behind him cast
Who looks right onward to the last.
Is by the world esteem'd a fool:
Set at the helm this statesman true,
And I the storm would brave with you.
VI.
Ος χ' ετερον μεν κευθη ενι φρεσιν, αλλο δε ειπη .”
Hom. Il. ix. 312.
The brightest in his diadem,
To whom the Poet had assign'd
Noble divinity of mind.
Who is the father of all lies,
Though oft its craven wing may brood
Beneath a warlike attitude.
Is seen in the transparent face,
Ere sin hath touch'd the open breast,
And hid therein its viper nest.
More than that ancient Poet knew,
When thus he made the liar dwell
Beside the very gates of hell.
VII.
Intra quæ puer est .”
Juv. Sat. xiv. 44.
For nothing earthly can be found
To keep and shelter undefil'd
'Mid toils of youth a guileless child.
From every vision dark and foul;—
Thou only canst, all-saving Name,
Walk with Thy children in the flame.
Swallowed in the unfathom'd sea
Rather than harbour thoughts unclean,
As they who walk this worldly scene.
He might to Christ be brought more near,
Then would he die to keep him pure,
If father's love might that secure.
VIII.
Φερσεφονας ιθι, Αχοι.”
Pind. Ol. xiv. 28.
“To black-wall'd house of Proserpine,
Sweet nymph that dwell'st in airy cell,
Echo, go forth, the tidings tell.
And bid him know, in Pisa's seat
His son is crown'd, and stands on high,
Clad with the wings of victory.”
That passes to the eternal shore,
But in the ever-living Word
The Truth itself is stilly heard.
Combines the living with the dead;
They know and feel the better choice,
And o'er the quick the dead rejoice.
IX.
ον δει μ' αρεσκειν τοις κατω, των ενθαδε.
εκει γαρ αει κεισομαι.”
Soph. Antig. 74
Than those 'mong whom this life is led;
'Tis better far to keep a friend
Where there is life that hath no end.”
Past good and ill we trembling feel,
They come forth and before us stand
As written by an Angel's hand.
We shall be with our fellow-men,
Which now conceal'd behind the veil
Watch this our life and being frail.
Than their unfailing love to earn,
And look on all things with the eyes
Of those unearthly companies.
X.
The Epitaph of Biton and Cleobis.
To this her shrine in all men's view;
The people bless'd her thus convey'd,
And she for them her Goddess prayed,—
Some gift the highest and the best;
She prayed—they died;—the God thus shews
Death is the best which Heaven bestows.”
Rev. xiv. 13
Itself is highest blessedness,
If it be register'd on high
In deeds of duteous piety.
In self-denying deeds who die;
Of earthly pleasures dispossess'd
When mortified they are at rest.
XI.
Το ζην δε θνησκειν εστι .”
Eurip. apud Stob
On their serene majestic march,
Then gazing on Night's face severe
The heathen heard this voice of fear,—
Are brought to view by silent Night,
The light of life may from our eyes
Hide greater things that fill the skies.
With wonder and with awe we gaze,
So small the horizon which around
Doth all thy little knowledge bound.
Compar'd with what the wisest know,
Of what this scene of night and day
Shall be to those that leave this clay.
XII.
Ζευς, ατυζονται βοαν
Πιεριδων αιοντα.”
Pind. Pyth. 1. 24,
Which Pindar paints the heavens among;
Which held the gods in ecstasy,
And clos'd in sleep the eagle's eye.
Fills every guilty soul with fear,
Whom the great Father doth not love,
Through earth, sea, hell, or skies above.”
That soul of music, might indwell,
Which sets all strife and sin afar,
And in its orbit holds each star!
Express'd in wondrous eloquence,
That peace no heart can tell below,
And which the wicked ne'er shall know.
XIII.
Μαζον, τον λιμου ρυτορα και θανατου.”
Epigr. Leon. Alex.
No sound a mother's heart reveals;
He on the verge that looks from high
Creeps in unconscious infancy.
She utters not one warning word,
But drawing near, and watching there,
She leans, and lays her bosom bare.
Thy very Silence doth reprove,
And to Thy breast Thy child recall
Trembling o'er an eternal fall.
More than maternal, love divine,
Whose gifts Thy very heart disclose,
And there invite him to repose!
XIV.
And in Christ's kingdom find their rest;
Such wisdom speaks in Gentile lands,
And to Christ's truth a witness stands;—
While mid the darkness and the gloom
Beneath the Cross his watch he trod,—
“This is indeed the Son of God.”
“Those things which are commonly called goods, such as beauty, riches, strength of body, powerful state-connections, and the like, deprave the soul.”
Where the Sun rises and declines,
Is like the bower of Paradise,
Wherein a painted serpent lies.
The sweat of Blood upon His brow
With good men's suffering blends, to bless
Their sweat in this the wilderness.
XV.
For ever sought, ne'er understood,
For which man's nature ever pines,
Of which within his heart divines;—
That it must be our perfect rest,
True and intrinsic, which alone
Can ne'er be lost, our very own.
“The soul within us divines that the Chief Good must be something quite our own, and which cannot be taken from us.”
Where it doth not we know full well:
We know not, for we know not God,
Who is Himself the soul's abode.
It is from that heart-gladdening light
Which in all virtue on the soul
Breaks from the everlasting goal.
XVI.
Was cleans'd beyond all heathen men;
Who laid his hand upon the key
Which opes divine philosophy.
Coils and embroils this nether life,
A golden net upon each hand
Was drawing to a heavenly strand.
“I say that those who commit wrong are of all men the most miserable: but less so if they suffer for it.”
Which suffering clothes with strength divine;—
That Sign which through all nature reigns,
In all things great and small remains.
While 'neath its shade all nature grieves,
Till by its hallow'd touch restor'd
United to a suffering Lord.
XVII.
To paint the places of the dead,
They make the rich and great to be
Chief sufferers in eternity.
From that old democratic leaven,
To which unquict Greece gave birth
Against the princes of the earth.
Freedom and envy are unknown,
On mighty men of earth there lie
Dark shadows of futurity.
Tempt all too much our fallen race;
But amid want and shame and pains
The healing Cross its power sustains.
XVIII.
As the primeval curse we share:
And haply God through evil kings
His judgments on a people brings.
Mysteriously we are thus bound;
And there descends throughout all time
A chain of penalty and crime.
Of endless sympathetic ties,
All are in Adam dead on earth,
All are in Christ of heavenly birth.
To make us one in mutual care;
Christ's righteousness we share above
To make us one in mutual love.
XIX.
Above the things of earth and time,
Forgetting human hopes and fears
Amid the music of the spheres:—
Of goodness, truth, and piety,
And of a place to spirits given
In Plato's tranquil seats of heaven.
“If earth, the abode of mankind, now appears to thee so small, as indeed it is, ever look thou to these heavenly things.”
Men of renown and high estate,
Turn from the soul-ennobling theme
Of which e'en heathens loved to dream?
Where Christ the only door is seen?
Or that we to the dregs descend
As the world verges to its end?
XX.
Jupiter, aut ardens evexit ad æthera virtus .”
Virg. Æn. vi. 129
Extinguish'd are in smoke and gone:
In stedfast course a few arise
Borne upward to congenial skies.
With strong presentiment serene,
Heavenward to hold a tranquil light,
Till they had pass'd from human sight.
And covers o'er the Gentile's stains,
The world His fourfold Robes divides,
And 'neath their shelt'ring skirt abides.
The inner Raiment is in store,
When by the lot of heaven's decree
The heart is clothed with charity.
XXI.
Thebarum portæ, vel divitis ostia Nili .”
Juv. xiii. 27.
We find the world at heart is strong,
With heavy sickness at the soul
We doubt if aught attains the goal.
Are they who walk with heaven in view;
In the dark vale few gleams appear,
Thus hope is purified by fear.
Look from their houses with surprise,
While rippling of unnumber'd waves
Bears us all onward to our graves.
One point of safety from afar;
Who to that haven would prevail
Must use untir'd both oar and sail.
XXII.
ων, τεαισι μηδεται,
Εχων τουτο κηδος, Ιερων
Μεριμναισιν.”
Pind Ol. i 173
And makes thy cares to be His own,
As kindred watch o'er kindred dear;”—
Thus Pindar spake in kingly ear.
Upon Rome's later poet gleam,
That “dearer to the gods is he
Than man unto himself can be.”
In things without and inward thought,
Through this dark world of sin and pain
Some shiver'd fragments still remain—
Present that vision of true light,
Which in the Christian's sky above
Shines like the Sun, that—“God is Love.”
XXIII.
Opes wide his hand unto the poor,
He mercy shews to his own soul,
He loves true life—his being whole.
His higher life doth mostly prize;
And no one to himself is kind
Who harbours an unfeeling mind.
“The good man is properly a lover of self; for to himself he affords what is truly good, and gratifles the highest part of his nature.
Who mostly loveth God above;
At home begins that charity
Which reaches to the boundless sky.
Above the clouds must build his nest;
True love is only understood
Which rests in everlasting good.
XXIV.
Who laid out Wisdom's chart by rule,
Said, by its deeds Love forms and grows;
Thus Love back to its fountain flows.
Survey'd the dregs of that dark day,
And reason'd well—that deeds of ill
Their parent breast with hatred fill.
O death of deaths most desolate,—
That in ourselves by evil deeds
We quench the source whence Love proceeds!
Make evil deeds to be undone?
Obedience is Love's mystery,
Which lives by learning first to die.
XXV.
Of one 'neath death's bereaving stroke
Whose eyes in love's last longings stray
To seek those dearer far away.
For something unbeheld to yearn,
Familiar objects all explore,
Then seem to ask for something more.
And eyes death's shadow overlays,
Seem looking into vacancy,
As seeking those man cannot see.
Search all they can embrace, and thence
Turns to its God the aching breast,
In Whom Alone the soul can rest.
XXVI.
One ever fix'd unvaried law,
'Mid change and chance to man allow'd,
That God doth overthrow the proud.
For God from sight His hand withdraws,
Assigning love's unfathom'd plan
To envy as of sinful man.
That God, Who loves both great and small,
Yet nearer brings unto His throne
In Christ each favour'd little one.
Christ's Image He doth not behold,
In Christ no more He hears their call,
He turns His countenance, and they fall.
XXVII.
He shall an empire overthrow.”
He pass'd the Halys, lost his throne,
And found that empire was his own.
So spake the guileful oracle;—
Thus fiends will truth with falschood blend
To lead men to some evil end.
“Crœsus,” now a prisoner, “sent Lydians to Delphi, and commanded them to lay his chains on the threshold of the shrine.”
They thus deceive 'mid ways of men,
With harmful truth they prophesy,
The promise keep, but hope belie.
To those who sacrifice and strive,
But giving blend the curse of sin,
Blooming without but death within.
XXVIII.
Hom Od xi, 152.
Flock'd round the hero, but in vain,
Weak, senseless shadows, dead in soul,
Without all power, or life's controul:—
The taste of sacrifice and blood,
The wandering shade was then made strong,
Restor'd to thought, and sight, and tongue.
That I might meet Him face to face,
He strength would give me in that need,
That I with Him my cause might plead.”
Augurs of that life-giving Blood,
That it may drink, and not in vain,
But in that hour may life sustain.
XXIX.
κειμενον εν δαπεδω. ο δ' επ' εννεα κειτο πελεθρα .”
Hom. Od. xi. 575.
Speaks of a dread Tartarean gloom,
And bodies of the suffering dead
Together bound, hands, feet and head.
Tantalian and Sisyphian pains;
And Tityus on nine acres laid,
While vultures on his liver prey'd.
“Αδυνατον γαρ τους μη προτερον παρα των ειδοτων μεμαθηκοτας τα ουτω μεγαλα και θεια πρηγματα γινωσκειν.” Just. Mar Ad. Græc 3.
Was it from some primeval creed
In their Egyptian pilgrimage
Glean'd by the poet and the sage?
The yearnings of the heart within
Somehow, as from a living shrine,
Unconsciously of truth divine?
XXX.
Simonides
Wherein thy tender heart found ease;
A heart which most feels human woes,
Mostly beneath them finds repose:—
Healing of all ills is with God;—
And haply by some power to save,
A remedy beyond the grave.
For all the woes the spirit break,
For all the lesser ills of life,—
The loss—the sorrow—and the strife,—
When to itself the Conscience wakes,
Man's sole self-refuge still must prove
His rest upon mysterious love.
XXXI.
Π(αδια παντα θεω τελεσαι, και ανηνυτον ουδεν.”
Linus.
“Nothing beyond hope's boundless scope,
“For all the God can do full well,
“Nothing to Him impossible.”
Well might they feign thee born of Heaven;
Son of Urania, Goddess bright,
Or of Apollo, God of light.
God to Himself through faith draws near,
And even 'mid the things of sense
Gives something of omnipotence.
The first perceiv'd—last understood;
Taught by His grace and by His rod,
Till we ourselves are lost in God.
XXXII.
That range the sea—the air—the earth;
But mightier powers for ill or good
Work by an insect multitude.
As marvels fill all time and space;
But deeds and thoughts of hourly range
Work transformation's endless change.
Which on each little action lie,
Enlarge all trifles as they pass,
As mirror'd in a watery glass.
Is heard like voice of God profound,
Thus countless waves that rise and shine
Make up the destiny divine.
XXXIII.
And nigh o'erwhelm'd the good appear,
Beyond all human aid they stand,
And see and own a heavenly hand.
Though better hopes have made us bold,
Yet even now as then of yore
We are at sea and not on shore.
“Be assured that in whatever respect a man may be saved, and become what he ought, in such a condition of public affairs, it is the Divine aid that saves him
And strive Christ's witness to o'erwhelm,
Corrupting her and bent on ill,
Yet onward is she labouring still.
The tempest raise, well nigh prevail;
Yet Christ, though in the hold He sleeps,
On edge of death His people keeps.
XXXIV.
For differences of earth and heaven
Are found alone in man's estate,
So little yet withal so great.
Ne'er in themselves such contrasts know;
For nought doth in their natures dwell
Incongruous, unsuitable.
The name of the accepted seed,
So beyond thought the mighty change,
In that salvation new and strange.
Shall laugh ,on wak'ning from their sleep,
When they in glad surprise have found
The everlasting arms around.
XXXV. COINCIDENCES.
Are imag'd in the ground,
Where waters lie beneath our feet,
Or gather in the street ,
That truths of Heaven their shadows find
In man's reflective mind?
Is in the multitude,
In stillness like a casual word
'Mid broken ruins heard,
That Faith that walks the heavenly span
Her echo hears in man?
Stands everlastingly,
Some drops in secret reach the cells
Of subterranean wells,
And bear to every clime of earth
The traces of their birth?
From ancient Eden flow,
And as they gather stains abroad,
Diverging on their road,
Yet still retain beneath all skies
Something of Paradise?
Through nature seems to go,
When birds appear divinely wise
Beyond their destinies,
And all untaught in every clime
Respond to varied time?
With friends that are apart,
Associate feelings will awake,
Or thoughts responsive break:
As if some spirit of the skies
Convey'd their sympathies?
Like bee from flower to flower?
With intermingling of their kinds
From each to each it winds,
The seed, or dust, or honey brings
On loaded thigh or wings.
Truth's embryo forms may sleep,
As trees which high-embow'ring shoot
In fibres of the root;
Their miniatures there seem to lie,
Which ne'er saw sun or sky?
Ruin'd and buried lies
Some ancient City, not in vain
The relics yet remain,
And mystic pillars long may stand
Upon Oblivion's strand?
The pedestal which lies
Beneath the feet of Christian Truth,
Which there in endless youth
Reflected sees her form divine
In pavement of her shrine?
Slumber in Memnon's tomb,
Till on them morning sunbeams fall,
And thence their echoes call,
In golden radiance forth are shed
Harmonies of the dead?
On some deep glassy stream;
Kingdoms of nature and of grace
Thus answer face to face;
Though right and left revers'd we find,
No substance true behind?
They wander'd forth in gloom,
Still darkly with His children walk'd,
And with their spirit talk'd,
The footmarks of His grace?
Had baffled their weak sight;
And when their back on Him was turn'd
Who is in Christ discern'd;
They in the creatures manifold
His Image still behold?
Through air, and sea, and land,
In herb, and beast, and bird is seen,
And poisonous snakes unclean;
So 'mid the nations in each place
His Wisdom leaves a trace?
Who makes the sun His seat,
As day to day with tongue of flames
His kingdom wide proclaims,
So night to night where shadows dwell
May of His knowledge tell?
Once cradled Christ awhile,
And infant Moses safe could sleep
On that Egyptian deep,
Beneath a pagan shade?
Was seen in Moses' rod,
The shadow of the power of Heaven
Was to magicians given,
Till they, surpass'd in their own strife,
Should own the Prince of Life?
Searching the starry sphere,
Tho' other his design and thought,
And more than all he sought,
Appear'd the glorious Bethlehem's star
To lead him from afar?
Who of things sacred told,
Before us Saul, and Caiaphas,
And wicked Balaam pass;
Who while the good they set aside
Christ's kingdom prophesied?
Which guided Pilate's hand,
All nations on that hallow'd spot,
Although they knew it not,
In Greek and Latin own'd?
Hath by His Presence blest,
Although His hour be “not yet come,”
To make the world His home,
Nature hath caught a ray Divine,
And water turns to wine?
The devils saw and fear'd?
'Neath some mysterious power unknown
The Lord of life they own,
Although to them no leave was given
To own the God of Heaven.
Christ's going ever shrouds,
Where He hath pass'd upon the night
There is a track of light,
And 'mid the dark-blue vault serene
A lucid gleam is seen?
When broke forth wondrous light,
Frail sons of men in nearness brought,
The glorious radiance caught,
E'en heathen sages shine?
Forgetting her distress,
Can bloom like garden of the Lord,
Like Eden fruits afford:
The fountain in the desert flows,
The thistle bears the rose?
With goodly pearls abound,
Wherein the merchant spent his toil
Through that long night's turmoil,
The pearl of endless price to gain
Still seeking though in vain?
On the lost Prodigal,
On his disfigur'd face appear
His homeward course to cheer,
The Father hastening from His place
With His preventing grace?
The solitary cry
Of the lost sheep, when heard aright
In stillness of the night,
Heard in the distant fold?
Was symbol of His grace,
When the torch went from hand to hand
Through Greece's festal band;
Thus age to age pass'd on the fire,
Nor let it all expire?
By fruitful seasons given,
Ne'er of His light mankind bereft,
Nor without witness left;
But as in nature's course around
His voices did abound,
So was His witness heard within,
Pleading with man and sin,
And ever blending precepts high,
Which never more shall die.
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