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Children like Parents.

"And mark, too keen for earthly day,

The Father's stamp and seal, Christ in the heart, the Living Ray, Its deepening light reveal ?"

Oh, well the denizens of Heaven
Their Master's children know,
By filial yearnings sweet and even,
By patient smiles in woe,

By gaze of meek inquiry, turn'd
Towards th' informing Eye,

By tears that to obey have learn'd,
By clasped hands on high.

Well may we guess, our Guardians true

Stoop low and tarry long,

Each accent noting, each faint hue,

That shows us weak or strong.

And even as loving nurses here
Joy in the babe to find

The likeness true of kinsman dear

Or brother good and kind,

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So in each budding inward grace

The Seraphs' searching ken

The memory haply may retrace
Of ancient, holy men.

For of her Saints the Sacred Home
Is never quite bereft ;

Each a bright shadow in the gloom,
A glorious type, hath left :

And by those features, stern or sweet,
Of bold or gentle gleam,

Heaven's keen-eyed Watchers haply mete

What mortals holy deem.

"And hark," saith one, "the soul I guide—

I heard it gently sigh

In such a tone as Peter sighed,

Touched by his Saviour's eye."

"And see," another cries, "how soft Smiles on that little child

Yon aged man! even so full oft

The loved Disciple smiled."

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Children like Parents.

And oh, be sure no guardian fires
Flash brighter in their joy

Than theirs, who scan the meek desires
And lowly lone employ

Of maiden in her quiet bower,
When haply glance or mien
Reminds them of the lily flower
With Blessed Mary seen.—

But as when babes by look or tone
Brother or friend recall,

In all the Parents' right we own,
Their memory blend with all,

So in earth's saintly multitude
Discern we Saints above :-

In these, the Fountain Orb of Good,
Pure Light and endless Love.

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THE LULLABY.

"Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept."

THE western sky is glowing yet,

The burnished Cross upon the spire
Gives token where the Sun hath set,
Touch'd faintly with its last dim fire.
Pause on thy way from evening prayer,
And listen through the twilight air
Floats from yon open cottage door
A soft strain warbled o'er and o'er.

A maiden rocks a babe to sleep,
And times the cradle to her song ;-
A simple strain, not high nor deep,
But awful thoughts thereto belong :
For oft in holy Church's shade

She to that strain hath lent her aid :-
"In thee I put my steadfast trust,

Defend me, Lord, for thou art just.”*

* Psalm lxxi. 1. New Version.

The Lullaby.

Without a Psalm she breathes her strain,
Lest haply ruder ears be nigh;
But to the babe her sense is plain,
In that half word of lullaby.
That sound still varied, still the same,
To him is as the Saving Name
Pronounced in every tone, and strong
To guard his sleep from every wrong.

Angels may read such words of power,
And infants feel them: we the while
But dimly guess, till in His hour

We see the Lord's unclouded smile.
Then spells that guarded us of old
Their hidden virtue shall unfold :
Charm'd writings are they now; no eye
May read them till the fire be nigh.

O awful touch of God made Man !
We have no lack if Thou art there,
From Thee our infant joys began,

By Thee our wearier age we bear.

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