"KEEP SILENCE."
A SABBATH HYMN.
Keep silence, pride! What dost thou here,
With the frail sons of clay?
How darest thou in God's courts appear,
Where contrite spirits pray?
Keep silence, wild and vexing care!
Six measured days are thine,
Thy seed to sow, thy chaff to share,
Steal not the day divine.
Keep silence, sorrow! Faith can tell
With what sublime intent
Thou to the bosom's inmost cell
By Heaven's right hand wert sent.
Keep silence, avarice! With thy hoard
So boasted, yet so base,
Think'st thou the money-changer's board
Hath here a fitting place?
Keep silence, vain and worldly joy,
Foam on, time's tossing wave!
Why lure him with a treacherous toy
Who trembles o'er the grave?
