SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT



And when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great
and exceeding bitter cry, and said unto his father, Bless me, even
me also, O my father. Genesis xxvii. 34. (Compare Hebrew xii. 17.
He found no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with
tears.)

"And is there in God's world so drear a place
Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain?
Where tears of penance come too late for grace,
As on the uprooted flower the genial rain?"

'Tis even so: the sovereign Lord of souls
Stores in the dungeon of His boundless realm
Each bolt that o'er the sinner vainly rolls,
With gathered wrath the reprobate to whelm.

Will the storm hear the sailor's piteous cry,
Taught so mistrust, too late, the tempting wave,
When all around he sees but sea and sky,
A God in anger, a self-chosen grave?

Or will the thorns, that strew intemperance' bed,
Turn with a wish to down? will late remorse
Recall the shaft the murderer's hand has sped,
Or from the guiltless bosom turn its course?