But into keen enduring flame It may not burst, till heavenly Love Have o'er it spread, in Christ's dear Name, The pinions of His brooding Dove.— Now steal once more across the lawn, Stoop gently through the cypress bough, And mark which way life's feeble dawn Works in their little hearts, and how. Still close and closer, as you pry, They nestle 'neath their mother's plume, Or with a faint forlorn half-cry, Or haply, as the branches wave, Hast thou no wisdom here to learn, Live by the pulse of filial love? The Bird's Nest. When sorrow comes to thy calm nest, Think of yon brood, yon downy breast, By morning and by evening moan, Him Cherub-borne in royal state, With eager lip do thou await, And veiled brow, and trembling knee. So underneath the warm bright wing, 201 3. THE MOTHER BIRD WITH HER YOUNG. "How often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not !" THE Lord who lends His creatures all To Salem came His mournful call, From the green Eastern hill. The little children waiting by The louder swelled their duteous cry, As He in lowliest majesty Rode down the shady steep. Thy little heart, so wild and weak, "Had I the joy to hear Him speak, The Mother Bird with her Young. Nay, in that hour He thought on thee, And left a token sure, Ever in times of vernal glee Around thee in thy walks to be, And keep thee kind and pure. Look how the Hen invites her brood Look how she calls them to their food, So would thy Lord His pinions spread So lead thee, where is heavenly Bread, But be thou gathered :-one and all How hurrying at their mother's call, 203 4. NOONTIDE. 66 They looked steadfastly toward Heaven, as He went up." THE shepherd boy lies on the hill At noon with upward eye; Deep on his gaze and deeper still Ascends the clear blue sky. You pass him by, and deem perchance He lies but half awake, And picture in what airy trance His soul may sport or ache. Full wakeful he, both eye and heart, Into that waste of air depart, As bark in ocean green. |