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REDBREAST IN CHURCH.
“The creature itself shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God."
WHAT is this sudden thrill
Of notes so sweet and keen ?
Within the awful screen.
A chant from one unseen.
A winged chorister
From his arched nook on high
His proper melody :
Attracts both ear and eye.
Nor time nor tune are there,
Yet sounds the unruly joy
Even of the gazing boy.
And shares the Saints' employ.
The Angels out of sight
Worship with us, we know ; And who can say what pure warm light
The unreasoning tribes below May by their kindly wafting feel? What gleams to guide, what balms to heal
From Christ on earth may flow?
Bird, beast, and insect hail
Warm sun and fragrant shower. The sheep in Bethlehem's thymy dale,
In Blessed Mary's bower The ox and ass—to them was given To see our Lord : the Light of Heaven
Fell on them in that hour.
And since our Lord she bare
In triumph to His place, One patient beast hath seemed to wear
The mark of His high grace, His token to dumb creatures, freed From slavery and unholy deed,
From cruel tasks and base :
Freed by the mighty Cross,
And pure.-0 mark it, all
Should ye again enthrall
creatures, sealed For blessing, aid to earn and yield,
As ere our father's fall !
DISUSE OF EXCOMMUNICATION.
“ Having in a readiness to revenge all disobedience, when your obedience is fulfilled."
O WONDROUS warfare of the Spouse of God,
Trampled to earth, yet wielding bolts so keen, She dares not hurl them in her wrath abroad,
Only their ireful lustre glares half-seen.
For if she once unlock her quivered store,
Once speak the words that in her bosom dwell, Earth could not bear the sound ; the anguish sore
Might drive her haughtiest to the scourge and cell.
For she hath power to shut the Heaven on high,
Oft as in hallowed air her dread notes thrill, That no shower fall : and she may smite and try
Earth with all plagues, as often as she will.
Only her potent arm now for a space
Lies withered : quenched and dull her arrowy fires, Like smouldering brands in daylight, till her race
Wake, as of old, to heaven-born high desires.