In the dual heart of man, And between the soul and sense Reconcile all difference, Change the dream of me and mine For the truth of Thee and Thine, Haply, thus by Thee renewed, Joyful I shall wake to see Those I love who rest in Thee, And to them in Thee allied Shall my soul be satisfied. Scarcely Hope hath shaped for me What the future life may be. Other lips may well be bold; I can only urge the plea, Nothing of desert I claim, If my voice I may not raise If I may not, sin-defiled, Claim my birthright as a child, As an hired servant be; Let the lowliest task be mine, Let me find the humblest place Blest to me were any spot Where temptation whispers not. If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer Thee. Let me find in Thy employ Out of self to love be led And to heaven acclimated, Until all things sweet and good Seem my natural habitude. So we read the prayer of him Trod, of old, the oozy rim Of the Zuyder Zee. Thus did Andrew Rykman pray, Are we wiser, better grown, That we may not, in our day, Make his prayer our own? THE CRY OF A LOST SOUL.* N that black forest, where, when day is IN done, With a snake's stillness glides the Amazon A cry, as of the pained heart of the wood, * Lieut. Herndon's Report of the Exploration of the Amazon has a striking description of the peculiar and melancholy notes of a bird heard by night on the shores of the river. The Indian guides called it "The Cry of a lost Soul"! |