Whitsun Eve. Soft are her tones; for He draws nigh, Yet grave and deep; for to His sight That in His promptings here below As yet we but our vigil hold, Not yet the Whitsun flowers unfold Ere to the holy glorious room The fires of new-Creation come, Ere on weak hearts, though willing, fall The power of its dread harmony, and win, Ne'er to die down, true echoes from within. 347 O loving Spirit, gently lay Thine arm on ours when we would stray ! Us and our little ones, to greet In twilight or of morn or eve, Thy dove-like whisperings to receive, And own them kindlier for the plaintive mood, That breathes of contrite Love, mild Hope, and Joy subdued. Holy Seasons and Days. 349 10. WHITSUNDAY. "The Promise is unto you and to your children." ONE the descending Flame, But many were the tongues of fire; But here and there in many a spire, To rest on each anointed head. There, as yon stars in clearest deep of night, One the dread rushing Wind, But many were the tones of praise, His in Music's awful maze. Many the tongues, the theme was one, The glory of th' Incarnate Son, How He was born, how died, how reigns in Heaven, And how His Spirit now to His new-born is given. Joined in that choral cry Were all estates, all tribes of earth : Only sweet Infancy Seemed silent in the adoring mirth. Mothers and maidens there behold The Maiden Mother: young and old On Apostolic thrones with joy discern Both fresh and faded forms, skill'd for all hearts to yearn. Widows from Galilee, Levites are there, and elders sage But nought we read of that sweet age And sealed it safe, by word and look, From Earth's foul dews, and withering airs of Hell : The Pentecostal chant no infant warblings swell. Whitsunday. Nay, but she worships here, Whom still the Church in memory sees Before her Babe on bended knees, Or rapt, with fond adoring eye, In her sweet nursing ministry. 351 How in Christ's Anthem fails the children's part, While Mary bears Him throned in her maternal heart? Hear too that Shepherd's voice, Whom o'er His lambs the Saviour set When on the shore His Saints He met. And speaks the grace to infants given: "Yours is the Promise, and your babes', and all, Whom from all lands afar the Lord our God shall call." |