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“Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast Thou ordained strength."
With joy the guardian Angel sees
Light from his pure aërial dream
Some glorious Seraph, waiting by,
nders, as he soars, to read
More than we know, and all we need,
They cry with simple voice and clear,
For holy Priests and Matrons mild,
He gives the frail and feeble tongue
Thus in the Tabernacle shade
To Eli thus dread words he spake :-
PRAYER AT HOME AND IN CHURCH.
“ These all continued with one accord in prayer and supplication, with the women, and Mary the Mother of Jesus, and with his brethren.”
WHERE are the homes of Paschal Mirth, The bowers where heavenly Joy may rest her wings
on earth, And at her leisure gaze adoring Where out of sight the golden clouds are soaring
Beneath the ascending Saviour's Feet ?
Where may rejoicing Love retreat
Two homes we know of Love's resort,
In glorious Sion both, possessing
Lifted above all Adam's race :
The royal Twelve are there in place ; Women and duteous friends, awaiting His high
Two homes for us His Love hath found,
There in due season meekly kneeling
The Mother of our Lord is there,
And Saints are breathing hallow'd air, Living and dead, to waft on high our feeble prayer.
And with His Mother and His Saints
He watches by, who loves the prayer that never faints.
Avaunt, ill thoughts and thoughts of folly ! Where christen’d infants sport, that floor is holy :
Holier the station where they bow,
Adoring Him with daily vow, Till He with ampler grace their youthful hearts
“ And he, trembling and astonished, said, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do."
“WHAT wouldst thou have me do, O Lord ?”
Darkling he spoke and lowly laid,
The awful Voice mild answer made :
“ What wouldst thou have me do, O Lord ?”
Each morn and eve we seem to say,
“Remember, little child, all day,