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O well for that fond mother, well for her belov’d, that
they, When th' hour His secret meaning told, did by their
Thy baptism and Thy cup be ours : for both our
hearts are strong.” Learn it, ye babes, at matin prime, repeat it all day
long. Even as the mother's morning kiss is token of delight Through all the merry hours of day, and at fall of
dewy night Her evening kiss shall to her babe the softest slumbers
seal, So Thy first greeting life imparts, Thy last shall cheer
and heal.Then, maiden, trust thy nursling here ; thou wilt not
choose amiss For his sweet soul ; here let him dwell ; here is the
gate of bliss.
Three Saints of old their lips upon the Incarnate
Saviour laid, And each with death or agony for the high rapture
paid. His Mother's holy kisses of the coming sword gave
sign, And Simeon's hymn full closely did with his last
breath entwine; And Magdalen's first tearful touch prepared her but
to greet With homage of a broken heart His pierced and lifeless
feet.Then courage, duteous maiden ; the nails and bleeding
brows, The pale and dying lips, are the portion of the Spouse.
SICKNESS IN THE CRADLE.
“They brought young children to Christ, that He should touch them.
“A CHRISTIAN child in pain !
O sad amazing thought ! A babe elect and born again,
With blood of Jesus bought,
Yet faint with fever see him lie,
O, mother fond and wild,
Stay the complaining word !
Is as his Saviour Lord.
Must taste the sacrificial knife,
Behold, the Virgin blest
Calls on her Babe to wake
How should her heart not ache ?
Resigns her Well-beloved at morn To shed His blood ; for therefore was He born.
Pierc'd is her heart, yet still :
For why ? that Mother's love
Chang'd by the o'ershadowing Dove.
Yield to the chastenings of th' Unseen,
ANTICIPATION AND RETROSPECTION.
“And ye now therefore have sorrow; but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you."
A FRAGMENT of a rainbow bright
Through the moist air I see,
All clear and gay to me.
An hour ago the storm was here,
The gleam was far behind.
When earth has ceased to blind.
Grief will be joy, if on its edge
Fall soft that holiest ray :
Be there of heavenly day.