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An Eagle from the deep of space
Is hovering near, and hastes to bring (Meetest the unearthly tale to trace,)
A plume of his mysterious wing.
A golden Chalice standing by,
What mantles there is life or death ; A Dragon to the unpurged eye,
A Serpent from the Cross, to Faith.
O visions dread and bright, I feel
You are too high for me, I seek A lowlier impress for my seal,
More of this earth, though pure and meek.
Give me a tender spotless child,
Rehearsing or at eve or morn His chant of glory undefiled,
The Creed that with the Church was born.
Down be his earnest forehead cast,
His slender fingers joined for prayer, With half a frown his eye sealed fast
Against the world's intruding glare.
Who, while his lips so gently move,
And all his look is purpose strong, Can say what wonders, wrought above,
Upon his unstained fancy throng ?
The world new-framed, the Christ new-born,
The Mother-Maid, the cross and grave, The rising sun on Easter morn,
The fiery tongues sent down to save,
The gathering Church, the Fount of Life,
The saints and mourners kneeling round, The Day to end the body's strife,
The Saviour in His people crowned,
All in majestic march and even
To the veil'd eye by turns appear, True to their time as stars in heaven,
No morning dream so still and clear.
And this is Faith, and thus she wins
Her victory, day by day rehearsed. Seal but thine eye to pleasant sins,
Love's glorious world will on thee burst.
LESSONS AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS.
( For St. Luke's Day.)
" There is nothing hid from the heat thereof."
MOTHER of Christ's children dear,
Spouse of Christ, so pure and bright,
Gathering tones from earth and sky
Watcher of the eternal ways,
“Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times; but, Until seventy times seven."
My child, the counsels high attend
Of thine Eternal Friend.
Room in thine heart would win,
Let the good Angels in :
Nor listen, should the Tempter say,
“How wearying, day by day,
prayer we said before,