The moon, now fading in the occident, Is not so mild, so heavenly fair as he. The sun, just rising in the orient, Hath less of glory than in him we see. Nature, that, for his death and burial, Hath put on darkness, as a mourning weed, Arrayed in light as for a festival, Proclaims afar, "The Lord is risen indeed!" I SHALL BE SATISFIED. "I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness." May I in thy likeness, my Saviour, awake, And rise, a fair image of thee; Then I shall be satisfied, when I can break This prison of clay, and be free. Can I but come forth to eternity's light, With thy perfect features to shine, In raiment unsullied from time's dreary night, What honor and joy will be mine! Yes, I shall be satisfied then to have cast The shadows of nature all by-- When, darkness and dust from the dull eyelid past, My soul sees with full-opened eye. How fain would I know the great morn drawing near, When earth's dreamy visions shall fade, If I in thy semblance indeed may appear, And stand in thy beauty arrayed! To see thee in glory, O Lord, as thou art, From this mortal, perishing clay My spirit immortal, in peace would depart, And, joyous, mount up her bright way. When on thine own image in me thou hast smiled, In thy holy mansion, and when Thy fatherly arms have encircled thy child, O I shall be satisfied then! THE PENITENTIAL TEAR. Thou trembling, pure, and holy thing! What skill from ocean's depths can bring, Or toil from out the mine-- What monarch in his diadem, Or glittering garb, produce a gem, Whose brightness equals thine? Thy source is deeper than the caves Of riven rock, or opening waves, Invisible as air: And, though the angel throng above Behold thee with delight and love, They ne'er can have thee there. Nor change, nor age thy sheen can dim; Thou 'rt now unstained as when with him, Who dared, in olden time, Thrice his dear, suffering Lord deny; Then, melted at the Saviour's eye, And paid thee for his crime. Called from the treasures of the soul By power divine, when thou dost roll Forth from the mourner's eye, Thy wearer thou dost then proclaim The heir of life, who has his name Writ in the Book on high. Thou art a pearl, that all may own, And when thy matchless worth is known To those, who wear thee here, They will be changed, and shall behold The shining gates of heaven unfold, Bright Penitential Tear! TEACHINGS OF GOD. He reigns on high, a glorious King, In ocean, earth, and air; He moves and governs every thing, For God is every where.