Repeating the Creed. 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,— A Dragon to the unpurged eye, A Serpent from the Cross, to Faith. O visions dread and bright, I feel 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. 95 Who, while his lips so gently move, Can say what wonders, wrought above, 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. Early Encouragements. 97 10. LESSONS AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS. (For St. Luke's Day.) "There is nothing hid from the heat thereof." MOTHER of Christ's children dear, Led us first, with shepherds mild, With that Mother undefiled, There to adore the wondrous Child. Spouse of Christ, so pure and bright, In our coarse dim air to trace Lines and hues from yon high place, H Gathering tones from earth and sky As to-day thou guid'st our thought Watcher of the eternal ways, Trusted with the Saints' high praise, Oft as o'er our childish trance History bids her visions glance,- Records grave from Memory's treasures,— He whose tongue of JESUS told On His Cross and in His Fold, Early Encouragements. 99 11. UNWEARIED LOVE. "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. When longings pure, when holy prayers, Stay not too long to count them o'er ; Nor listen, should the Tempter say, "How wearying, day by day, To say the prayer we said before, The mountain path climb o'er and o'er, |