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hymn sung at the second church, boston, at the ordination of rev. chandler robbins. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]

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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).

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hymn
sung at the second church, boston, at the ordination of rev. chandler robbins.

    • We love the venerahle house
    • Our fathers built to God;—
    • In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
    • Their dust endears the sod.
    • Here holy thoughts a light have shed
    • From many a radiant face,
    • And prayers of humble virtue made
    • The perfume of the place.
    • And anxious hearts have pondered here
    • The mystery of life,
    • And prayed the eternal Light to clear
    • Their doubts, and aid their strife.
    • From humble tenements around
    • Came up the pensive train,
    • And in the church a blessing found
    • That filled their homes again;
    • For faith and peace and mighty love
    • That from the Godhead flow,
    • Showed them the life of Heaven above
    • Springs from the life below.
    • They live with God; their homes are dust;
    • Yet here their children pray,
    • And in this fleeting lifetime trust
    • To find the narrow way.
    • On him who by the altar stands,
    • On him thy blessing fall,
    • Speak through his lips thy pure commands,
    • Thou heart that lovest all.

nature.

i.

    • Winters know
    • Easily to shed the snow,
    • And the untaught Spring is wise
    • In cowslips and anemonies.
    • Nature, hating art and pains,
    • Baulks and baffles plotting brains;
    • Casualty and Surprise
    • Are the apples of her eyes;
    • But she dearly loves the poor,
    • And, by marvel of her own,
    • Strikes the loud pretender down.
    • For Nature listens in the rose
    • And hearkens in the berry's bell
    • To help her friends, to plague her foes,
    • And like wise God she judges well.
    • Yet doth much her love excel
    • To the souls that never fell,
    • To swains that live in happiness
    • And do well because they please,
    • Who walk in ways that are unfamed,
    • And feats achieve before they're named.