26.12.2010, 15:33
THE WIND-BOUND MISSION.
Deep in the West the godless Mormons dwell,
In the far East the Taepings waste and burn,
And stamp the name of Christ on deeds of hell —
Ah me ! for comfort whither shall I turn,
While East and West breed mockeries like these ?
I turn'd to Livingstone, on Afric's soil
Labouring, and good Mackenzie's holy toil,'
And Selwyn praying for the southern seas —
But never thought more tender and sublime
To any bleeding anxious heart was given,
Than when I learn'd that not a wind-bound sail,
Near this rough foreland, waits the favouring gale.
But Christian men observe the vacant time,
Stand in the baffling wind and speak of heaven !
Deep in the West the godless Mormons dwell,
In the far East the Taepings waste and burn,
And stamp the name of Christ on deeds of hell —
Ah me ! for comfort whither shall I turn,
While East and West breed mockeries like these ?
I turn'd to Livingstone, on Afric's soil
Labouring, and good Mackenzie's holy toil,'
And Selwyn praying for the southern seas —
But never thought more tender and sublime
To any bleeding anxious heart was given,
Than when I learn'd that not a wind-bound sail,
Near this rough foreland, waits the favouring gale.
But Christian men observe the vacant time,
Stand in the baffling wind and speak of heaven !