THE CHRISTIAN WARRIOR.
And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep; Lord! is not this the hour of peace?
When infancy at evening tries
By turns to climb each parent's knees, And gazing meets their raptur'd eyes: Lord! is not this the hour of peace?
In golden pomp when autumn smiles, And hill and dale its rich increase By man's full barns exulting piles; Lord! is not this the hour of peace?
When Mercy points where Jesus bleeds, And Faith beholds thy anger cease, And hope to blank despair succeeds: This, Father! this alone is peace!' GISBORNE.
THE CHRISTIAN WARRIOR.
STAND but your ground, your ghostly foes will flyHell tremblès at a Heaven- erected eye; Choose rather to defend than to assailSelf- confidence will in the conflict fail: When you are challeng'd you may danger meetTrue courage is a fix'd, not sudden heat,