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“ He maketh both the deaf to hear, and the dumb to speak."
WHEN heart and head are both o'erflowing,
When eager words within are glowing,
How hard to find no tongue !
These may but look and long.
Perhaps some deed of sacred story,
Or lesson deep of God's high glory,
In holy Church is said.
But all his words are fled.
Perhaps on high the chant is ringing,
The youthful choir the free notes flinging, To soar at will the
roof around :
The tones his soul hath found.
not so in wistful sadness :
Shall in free air rejoice :
The heart's eternal choice.
Even now the call that wakes the dying
Steals on thine ear with gentle sighing : The breath, the dew of heaven hath touched thy
Far to the winds are flung
Thine Ephphatha is sung.
FEAR OF WILD BEASTS.
“No lion shall be there, nor any ravening beast go up thereon : it shall not be found there."
OFT have I hid mine eyes,
When tempests howld o'er land or main,
But now I read, that never more
Oft have I shrank for fear,
And deeply in my childish heart
But now I hear th' Eternal Law
I fear no monster birth,-
Even as the bright calm bow
As horned herds will turn and fly
So in the storms we may not see Thy Saviour's rainbow crown, O Faith, thine own
So, if His Cross He raise,
There may we calmly dwell,
But, little children, muse and mark :
On such as in His awful shade
Else will the flood awake,
“For she said, If I may touch but His clothes, I shall be made whole."
She did but touch with finger weak
The border of His sacred vest,
Yet found she health and rest.
the word sink deep in me, For I, full many a fearful hour, Fast clinging, mother dear, to thee,
Have felt Love's guardian power.
When looks were strange on every side,
When gazing round I only saw
I could but nearer draw :
I could but nearer draw, and hold
Thy garment's border as I might. This while I felt, my heart was bold,
My step was free and light