FIFTH
SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
And the Lord was very angry with Aaron to have
destroyed him: and I prayed for Aaron also the same time. Deut. ix. 20.
NOW is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;
The Conqueror now
His bonds hath riven,
And Angels wonder why he stays below:
Yet hath not man his lesson learnÕd,
How endless love should be returnÕd.
Deep is the silence as of summer noon,
When a soft shower
Will trickle soon,
A gracious rain, freshening the weary bowerÑ
O sweetly then far off is heard
The clear note of some lonely bird.
So let thy turtle doveÕs sad call arise
In doubt and fear
Through darkening skies,
And pierce, O LORD, thy justly sealed ear,
Where on the house top, all night long,
She trills her widowÕd, faltering song.
Teach her to know and love her hour of prayer,
And evermore,
As faith grows rare,
Unlock her heart, and offer all its store
In holier love and humbler vows,
As suits a lost returning spouse.
Not at first, but with intenser cry,
Upon the mount
She now must lie,
Till thy dear love to blot the sad account
Of her rebellious race be won,
Pitying the mother in the son.
But chiefly (for she knows thee angerÕd worst
By holiest things
ProfanÕd and curst)
Chiefly for AaronÕs seed she spreads her wings,
If but one leaf she may from Thee
Win of the reconciling tree.
For what shall heal, when holy water banes?
Or who may guide
OÕer desert plains
Thy lovÕd yet sinful people wandering wide,
If AaronÕs hand unshrinking mould
An idol form of earthly gold?
Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep
Her boding sigh,
As, while men sleep,
Sad hearted mothers heave, that wakeful lie,
To must upon some darling child
Roaming in youthÕs uncertain wild.
Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight
Is fain to dwellÑ
What lurid light
Shall the last darkness of the world dispel,
The Mediator in his wrath
Descending down the lightningÕs path.
Yet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,
In act to break
Thine outragÕd laws,
O spare thy rebels for thine own dear sake;
Withdraw thine hand, nor dash to earth
The covenant of our second birth.
'Tis forfeit like the firstÑwe owe it allÑ
Yet for loveÕs sake,
Let it not fall;
But at thy touch let veiled hearts awake,
That nearest to thine altar lie,
Yet least of holy things descry.
Teacher of teachers! Priest of priests! from Thee
The sweet strong prayer
Must rise, to free
First Levi, then all Israel, from the snare.
Thou art our Moses out of sightÑ
Speak for us, or we perish quite.