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Oh then revere each old grey stone,
And gently tread the mounds between. So when thy blithesome days are done,
And thou, as I, shalt wearied lean
Upon the wicket low, and tell Thy tale of playmates called before thee here to
When thou shalt mark, how swarms the street
With boys at play, the turf with graves, All in one little hour to meet
And hear the doom that slays or saves ;
Fresh may the memory prove and dear, How thou hast come and gone, since first we brought
Then shall the wings, so strong in need,
Which met thee at the Font that hour, And homeward joy'd with thee to speed,
O'ershade thee still in love and power,
And with the churchyard shadows blend, Which thy last entering here shall in sweet peace
OBEISANCE AT ENTERING CHURCH.
“ They shall see His Face, and His Name shall be in their foreheads.'
COME hear with duteous mind
Thy Mother's whisper'd word.
Thy dread and loving Lord ?
Safe in thy forehead keep
The mark by Jesus set. Before thee is a mighty deep,
A baptism waits thee yet : As Lazarus rising, such thou art, Thy soul and flesh again to part.
But when thy Lord and thou,
Thou from the grave, and He
A glorious Cross shall be,
THE EMPTY CHURCH.
“ The blind and the lame came to Him in the temple.”
Why should we grudge the hour and house of prayer
To Christ's own blind and lame,
Who come to meet Him there? Better, be sure, His altar-flame
Should glow in one dim wavering spark, Than quite die down, and leave His temple drear and
“But in our Psalm their choral answers fail.”_
Nay, but the heart may speak,
And to the holy tale
And well we know, bright angel throngs
What if the world our two or three despise ?
They in His name are here,
To Whom in suppliant guise
Beside His royal courts they wait
“I will not offer burnt-offerings without cost."
Why deck the high cathedral roof
With foliage rich and rare,
To none but Angels fair ?
“Why for the lofty Altar hide
Thy gems and gold in store ? Why spread the burnished pall so wide
Upon the chancel floor ?"
Nay, rather ask, why duteous boy
And mother-loving maid
If nought of theirs be paid :