That thou of all the forms, which to thee His image wear, Might'st own thy parents first, with thy prime of loving care. And when that first spring-flower of love is gather'd be thou seen Full soon with mourning Peter, and bereaved Mag dalene, And meet with looks of soothing cheer the women on their way To find the Lord, nor from beside His musing comrades stray. To Emmaus see thou lose not the narrow path; for there With open face He tarries, to give thee Angels' fare. Where all His Saints assemble, make haste ere twilight cease, His Easter blessing to receive, and so lie down in peace. 16 9. WHITSUN EVE. "O my Dove, that art in the clefts of the Rock,.... let me hear thy voice." WELL fare the Sage, whose dreams of old Would every cradle fain enfold In evening clouds of softest sound, Slow settling ear and heart around, Such as in inmost soul they crave, Who, when the battles of the Lord are fought, Shrink from their own frail hearts, else fearing nought. Such strains have I desired erewhile, Who float unseen on wave or wind, He longs for music in the morn, Nor heeds the lark's unwearied horn. He finds at eve no soothing lullaby, Though west winds stir, and whispering pines are nigh." O heavenly Wisdom, strong and sweet, Make tunes for holy times! e'en now, Soft are her tones; for He draws nigh, Yet grave and deep; for to His sight As yet we but our vigil hold, Not yet the Whitsun flowers unfold Their full bright splendours. In the sky The third hour's sun must ride full high, Ere to the holy glorious room The fires of New-Creation come, Ere on weak hearts, though willing, fall The rushing mighty wind, in all The power of its dread harmony, and win, Ne'er to die down, true echoes from within. O loving Spirit, gently lay Thine arm on ours when we would stray! Prepare us with Thy warnings sweet, Us and our little ones, to greet Thy visitations dread and dear!* Grant us, when holy times are near, In twilight or of morn or eve, Thy dove-like whisperings to receive, And own them kindlier for the plaintive mood, That breathes of contrite Love, mild Hope, and Joy subdued. |