Original Poetry.
THE WOMAN OF CANAAN. (Respectfully inscribed to the Rev. W. Gillies, West Taieri.) How bright, amid the starry zone, Sparkled that heavenly gem That first, in new-born b -anty, shone O'er favored Bethlehem-! That from the east, wita urilliant ray, The wise men led to scan, Where, cradled with* the oxen, lay The hope of fallen man. The story of -glory, When shepherds watched by night, Bright winging, with singing, Proclaimed a choir of light. What hallowed scenes Naz'reth embalms, And Capernaum by the sea, While still there seems a holy calm To rest on Galilee. For there the mighty works were done fTh'ai silenced cavilling scribes, When, veiled in flesh, God's Holy Son Sojourned with Judati's tribes. Where driven and striven, His days in grief were sped 1 ; Nor even 'neath heaven A. place to lay his head. Through Israel's villages he went With news of gospel grace, His life in doing good was spent, For a recusant race. To Sidbti's coasts of heathen night On mercy's work he came— The shades of .death to gospel light Were kindled by his flame. While eyrie, uncheery, The throng he'd fain forbid-; Yet here he, though weary, Could not for long be hid. There came a woman of the place, With anguish in. her breast, Who suppliant sought the Saviour's face To heal her child possessed. '■' It is not meet for dog's to come And eat the f childre'ii's bread." " Truth, Lord, but dogs pick up the crumbs," With touching zeal she said. Heeding, yet dreading, She cried, with accents wild, Pleading, heart bleeding, Oh ! 'master, save my child ! Like sunlight shilling in the stream, That glance, with love replete, Sbcd through her darkened soul a gleam-, As she knelt at his feet. " Oh ! woman, how great is thy faith !" The Saviour a nswei'ed mild,' " Is'en as thou wilt, from demon's wrath Receive again thy child." Retracing, embracing Her girl she found made whole, While praising, unceasing, Thence filled the mother's soul. To yo wlio seek, with earnest breath, To set your hopes above, "What sight is hera of simple faith— This Canaan mother's love. Like her, when sore at heart we bleed', Bow down More hia throne, To lum — our promised friend in lieitt-^-Our wants make humbly known. Obtesting and resting Upon his promised word, Protesting, requesting , Until our prayar3 are heard. But doubts and fears are in the way-, With worldly trials crossed, Until the soixl, to these a prey, Is oft in dkrkness tossed . Yet through the depth of polar niglrt Still shines, with fadeless beam, To guide our wavering courses right, "The star of Bethlehem." Oh, Saviour, dear Saviour, 'fhis storm-tossed soul incline, With ever endeavor For growth in grace to fehina ! D. F. Outiam
Original Poetry.
Bruce Herald, Volume VI, Issue 380, 16 August 1871, Page 7
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