So gently slumber'd on the wave

The new-born seer of old,

Ordained the chosen tribes to save;
Nor dream'd how darkly roll'd

The waters by his rushy brake,
Perchance even now defiled

With infants' blood for Israel's sake,
Blood of some priestly child.

What recks he of his mother's tears,
His sister's boding sigh?

The whispering reeds are all he hears,
And Nile, soft weltering nigh,
Sings him to sleep; but he will wake,
And o'er the haughty flood

Wave his stern rod ;-and lo! a lake,

A restless sea of blood!

Soon shall a mightier flood thy call
And outstretch'd rod obey ;-
To right and left the watery wall

From Israel shrinks away.

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Such honour wins the faith that gave

Thee and thy sweetest boon

Of infant charms to the rude wave,
In the third joyous moon.

Hail, chosen Type and Image true

Of JESUS on the Sea !

In slumber and in glory too,

Shadowed of old by thee.

Save that in calmness thou didst sleep

The summer stream beside,

He on a wider wilder deep,

Where boding night-winds sigh'd :

Sigh'd when at eve He laid Him down, But with a sound like flame

At midnight from the mountain's crown
Upon His slumbers came.—

Lo, how they watch, till He awake,
Around His rude low bed:

How wistful count the waves that break
So near His sacred Head!

O faithless! know ye not of old
How in the western bay,

When dark and vast the billows roll'd,
A Prophet slumbering lay?
The surges smote the keel as fast

As thunderbolts from heaven :—

Himself into the wave he cast,

And hope and life were given.

Behold, a mightier far is here ;—
Nor will He spare to leap,

For the souls' sake He loves so dear,

Into a wilder deep.

E'en now He dreams of Calvary

Soon will He wake and say

The words of peace and might do ye His hour in calmness stay.

5.

FIRST WAKING.

"JESUS saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master."

"YE who wait in wistful gaze

Where young infants lie,
Learning faith and silent praise
From each pure calm sigh,

Say, 'mid all those beaming glances,
Starts, and gleams, and silent trances,
When the fond heart highest dances,
Feeling Heaven so nigh ?"

"Hard it is, 'mid gifts so sweet
Choosing out the prime :

But no brighter smiles we meet

Than at waking time,

When they burst the chains of slumber,

Chains that guard but not encumber,

And glad fancies without number

Ring their playful chime."

"Nay, but with a moaning sound
Babes awakening start;

See the uneasy eye glance round,
Feel the beating heart."

"But the watcher's look prevailing
In a moment stills that wailing,

Eye and heart have ceased their ailing, Joy hath learn'd her part."—

So when rose on Easter dawn

Our all-glorious Sun,

You might see Love's eye

From th' adored One.

withdrawn

Tears that morn were in her waking,
Now again her heart is breaking ;—

Who may soothe her soul's sad aching?
For her Lord is gone.

Him for tears she may not see,

Even her soul's delight,

Yet full near to her is He.

Say, did Hosts of Light