Two brothers' hearts were they, the first

Who shone as stars in JESUS' Hand,

For thee in Prayer and Fasting nurs'd,

And bearing thee, dread Cross! from land to land.

And now in wondrous sympathy,

When thou art nearer fain to draw, These who had yearn'd so long for thee Shrink from thy touch, and hide their

He who denied he dares not scale
With forward step thy holy stair.
Best for his giddy heart and frail

eyes
for awe.

In humblest penance to hang downward there.

And he, that saintly Elder meek,

Wont of old time to find and bring

Brother or friend with Christ to speak, As worthier to behold the heart-searching King :—

Ah little brook'd his lowly heart,

Such glorious crown should him reward.

He sought the way with duteous art

To change his Cross, yet suffer with his Lord.

He sought and found: and now where'er
Saint Andrew's holy Cross we see,

In royal banner blazon'd fair,

Or in dread Cipher, Holiest Name, of thee,

A martyr'd form we may discern,

There bound, there preaching: Image meet

Of One uplifted high, to turn

And draw to Him all hearts in bondage sweet.

And as we gaze may He impart

The grace to bear what He shall send,

Yet stay the rash self-pleasing heart,

Too forward with His Cross our penal woe to blind.

IX. Holy Places and Things.

1.

PREPARING FOR SUNDAY SERVICES.

"As they went to tell His Disciples, JESUS met them, saying, ' All hail.'"`

BEHOLD, athwart our woodland nest,

And down our misty vale,

From his own bright and quiet rest

The Sunday sun looks out, and seems to say, “All hail."

True token of that brighter Day,

Which hailed, this matin hour,

The holy women on their way.

They sought His Church in love, He met them in His

power.

And dare we the transporting word

To our own hearts apply?

Trembling we dare; for He had heard

Our lowly breathed vows, ere flamed yon morning sky.

We have been by His Cross and grave;

His Angel bade us speed

Where they resort, whom He will save,

And hear and say as one, "The Lord is risen indeed.”

Then speed we on our willing way,

And He our way will bless.

In fear and love thy heart array :

Straight be thy churchway path, unsoiled thy Sabbath dress.

2.

WALK TO CHURCH.

"The path of the Just is as the shining light, which shineth more and more unto the perfect day."

Now the holy hour is nigh,

Seek we out the holy ground;
Overhead the breezy sky,

Rustling woodlands all around:
Fragrant steams from oak-leaves sere,
Peat and moss and whortles green,

Dews that yet are glistening clear

Through their brown or briary screen.

Hie we through the autumnal wood,
Pausing where the echoes dwell,

Boys, or men of boyish mood,

Trying how afar they swell.
Haply down some opening glade
Now the old grey tower we see,
Underneath whose solemn shade

JESUS risen hath sworn to be.