Thou prayest without the veil as yet; Such prayer will duly set Within the holiest shrine. And Prayer has might to spread and grow. Thy childish darts, right-aim'd on high, May catch Heaven's fire, and glow Far in the eternal sky: Even as He made that stripling's store Where Angels might adore, And souls for ever feed. 10. THE MOURNERS FOLLOWING THE CROSS. "Weep not for me, but for yourselves and for your children." THERE is no grief that ever wasted man, Even so might seamen's wives at midnight drear In winter, soothing spells will He prepare, And for His lambs allay the bleak heart-killing air. The Mourners following the Cross. 247 Or if the holy Day the few brief hours Of flight abridge, for nursing-mother frail, For tender babe, Thou send'st Thine unseen powers To help or hide :-hide in the lowly vale, Help o'er the weary mountain.-Ne'er may fail The season He bids choose, who in strong hand The wish and prayer to mould, then grant the boon :Such is Thy silent grace, framing aright Our lowly orisons in time and tune To Litanies on high, controlling sun and moon. And as the heart maternal evermore Must rise in prayer, so the maternal feet At early dawn, the fresh spring dews to greet, I bid thee haste, else vainly wilt thou crave An hour in winter. Fast the week-days fleet, Slow speeds the work: the lingerers who shall save? Thy task ere Sunday end, thy life before the grave. Who may the horror but in dream abide, If to thy bosom clinging, child or mate, Pupil or friend, the heaven-prepared room, Tardy through thee, should miss, and share the hopeless doom! 11. ST. ANDREW AND HIS CROSS. "Where I am, there shall also my servant be." O Holy Cross, on thee to hang At JESUS' side, and feel the sweet, And taste aright each healing pang, Two only of His own found grace The very death He died to die. Joyful they rush'd to thine embrace, While Angel choirs, half envying, waited by. Joyful they speed;-but how is this? Why doubt they yet, in JESUS' power To grasp their crown of hard won bliss ? Well have ye fought; why faint in Victory's hour? |