Lent. So be it now: the secret dark Of wasting sin here in God's awful ark 337 Thou look'st an Angel: be thy presence found Oh much we need a loving spell, To bind our burden, dim our upward eye. More than angelic power is where thou art, More than angelic love, to melt the cold dry heart. Z 7. EASTER EVE. "It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord." THE Primroses with kindly gleam Are looking out from bower and brake : As bright and quiet all things seem As if no heart on earth could ache. Yet He, the Sun who yester even Set in that wild tempestuous gloom, When graves flew wide, and rocks were riven, Nor blame our peace: for He will rise, His veil for evermore withdrawn. O never yet shone vernal skies So pure, as shall to-morrow dawn. Easter Eve. "Tis in that faith the flowers of Earth Stoop, little child, nor fear to kiss The green buds on this bed of death. Thou hast thy first baptismal bliss, Like new-born babe's, thy fragrant breath. Thy fragrant breath with this sweet air 339 8. EASTER-DAY. "I found Him whom my soul loveth: I held Him, and would not let Him go." 'Twas at the matin hour, early before the dawn, The prison-doors flew open, the bolts of death were drawn. 'Twas at the matin hour, when prayers of Saints are strong, Where, two short days ago, He bore the spitting, wounds, and wrong, From realms unseen, an unseen way th' Almighty Saviour came, And following on His silent steps an Angel arm'd in flame. The stone is roll'd away, the keepers fainting fall; Satan's and Pilate's watchmen-the Day has scar'd them all. The Angel came full early, but Christ had gone before, The Breath of Life, the Living Soul, had breath'd itself once more Into the sacred Body that slumber'd in the tomb, As still and lowly, as erewhile in th' undefiled womb. And surely not in folds so bright the spotless winding sheet Inwrapt Him, nor such fragrance pour'd the myrrh and aloes sweet, As when in that chaste Bosom, His awful bed, He lay, And Mary's prayer around Him rose, like incense, night and day. And even as when her hour was come, He left His Mother mild A royal Virgin evermore, heavenly and undefil'd, So left the glorious Body the rock it slumber'd on, And spirit-like in silence past, nor touch'd the sealed stone. |