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O faithless ! know ye not of old
How in the western bay, When dark and vast the billows rolld,
A Prophet slumbering lay ? The surges smote the keel as fast
As thunderbolts from heaven :Himself into the wave he cast,
And hope and life were given.
Behold, a mightier far is here ;
Nor will He spare to leap,
Into a wilder deep.
Soon will He wake and say
His hour in calmness stay.
“Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto Him, Rhabboni ; which is to say, Master.”
“ YE who wait in wistful gaze
Where young infants lie,
From each pure calm sigh,
Feeling Heaven so nigh ?”
“Hard it is, ʼmid gifts so sweet
Choosing out the prime :
Than at waking time,
Ring their playful chime.”
“Nay, but with a moaning sound
Babes awakening start ;
Feel the beating heart.”
Joy hath learn’d her part.” —
So when rose on Easter dawn
Our all-glorious Sun, You might see Love's eye
withdrawn From th' adored One. Tears that morn were in her waking, Now again her heart is breaking Who may soothe her soul's sad aching?
For her Lord is gone.
Him for tears she may not see,
Even her soul's delight, Yet full near to her is He.
Say, did Hosts of Light
Ever breathe in mortals' hearing Tones so soft, so heavenly cheering ? “Mary," was the word endearing
Heaven and earth grew bright.
Lo, the babe spreads out his arms
Toward the watcher's face, Fain to hide from sad alarms
In Love's safe embrace.See, the Word of Grace attending, Magdalen full lowly bending. “ Touch Me not till mine ascending,”
Is the Word of Grace.
Love with infant's haste would fain
Touch Him and adore, But a deeper holier gain
Mercy keeps in store. “ Touch me not : awhile believe Me : Touch Me not till heaven receive Me, Then draw near and never leave Me,
Then I go no more.”
“God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts."
Had I an infant, Lord, to rear
And mould in JESUS' Law,
The first deep glance of awe,
When for a bright and conscious gaze
He lifts his eyelids meek,
Some marvel fain would seek !
Bright be the spot, and pure the ray,
That wins his steadfast eye ;
To guide his soul on high.