Sweet fountains, plashing with a dreamy fall, And mosses green, and tremulous veils of fern, And banks of blowing cyclamen, and stars, Blue as the skies, of myrtle blossoming, The twilight shade of ilex overhead O'erbubbling with sweet song of nightingale, With walks of strange, weird stillness, leading on 'Mid sculptured fragments half to green moss gone, Or breaking forth amid the violet leaves With some white gleam of an old world gone by. Ah! strange, sweet quiet! wilderness of calm, Gardens of dreamy rest, I long to lay Beneath your shade the last long sigh, and say, Here is my home, my Lord, thy home and mine; And I, having searched the world with many a tear, At last have found thee and will stray no more. But vainly here I seek the Gardener That Mary saw. These lovely halls beyond, That airy, sky-like dome, that lofty fane, Is as a palace whence the king is gone And taken all the sweetness with himself. Turn again, Jesus, and possess thine own! Come to thy temple once more as of old! Drive forth the money-changers, let it be A house of prayer for nations. Even so, Amen! Amen! ST. PETER'S CHURCH HOLY WEEK, APRIL, 1860 O fairest mansion of a Father's love, Harmonious! hospitable! with thine arms Outspread to all, thy fountains ever full, And, fair as heaven, thy misty, sky-like dome Hung like the firmament with circling sweep Above the constellated golden lamps That burn forever round the holy tomb. Most meet art thou to be the Father's house, The house of prayer for nations. Come the time When thou shalt be so! when a liberty, Wide as thine arms, high as thy lofty dome, Shall be proclaimed, by thy loud singing choirs, Like voice of many waters! Then the Lord Shall come into his temple, and make pure The sons of Levi; then, as once of old, The blind shall see, the lame leap as an hart, And to the poor the Gospel shall be preached, And Easter's silver-sounding trumpets tell, "The Lord is risen indeed," to die no more. Hasten it in its time. Amen! Amen! THE MISERERE Not of the earth that music! all things fade; Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one, The starry candles silently expire!