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“I write unto you, young men, because ye have overcome the Wicked One."
CHRISTIAN child, whoe'er thou be,
Purer oil than David knew,
Heaven hath dropped on thee.
Strength is given thee, watch to keep
O’er the lamb He bought so dear,
Sleep no faithless sleep.
When the Lion and the Bear,
Childish Pride and childish Wrath,
Thou didst win by prayer.
Now a mightier foe is nigh ;
Holy hands for a new strife
Set thine heart on high.
Not with sword and shield and lance, But with charm-words from our Book, Gems from our baptismal Brook,
Meet his stern advance.
He through every gate of sense,
Eye and ear, taste, touch, and smell,
Seek thou strong defence.
Guard in time those portals five
With the smooth stones from the Fount,
So thy war shall thrive.
Keep thy staff, the Cross, in hand :
Thou shalt see the giant foe
O'er him conquering stand.
Mark and use the trial-hour :
When his whispers nearest sound,
Then tread down his power.
Stripling though thou be, and frail,
Thy right arm shall wield his sword, Wield, and take his head abhorred,
Christ in thee prevail.
ELIJAH AT SAREPTA.
“Make me thereof a little cake first, and bring it unto me, and after make for thee and for thy son.'
Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand
A child low wailing lies :
Scarce heeding its faint cries,
But who is this that comes with mantle rude
And vigil-wasted air, Who to the famished cries, Come, give me food,
I with thy child would share ?" She bounteous gives : but hard he seems of hear Who of such scanty store would crave a part.
Haply the child his little hand holds forth,
That all his own may be.-
Healing and life to thee.
For in yon haggard form He begs unseen,
To Whom for life we kneel :
Who blesses every meal.
And thou, dear child, though hungering, give glad