Who knows but here, in mercy lent, Hearts fallen and sin-born, Ah, you have been in JESUS' arms, Ye there have learn'd: in order'd tones And watch their noon-day sleep. Lo, far and wide the Love o'erflows, Both man and beast His mercy knows Nor from His pattern swerve His children, tending lamb or dove :— aye the choice of all your love But Ye for His Least reserve. To point the way where they should go, Hear their first prayers, so meek and low :— Ye in the fold your task fulfil, And the Good Shepherd on the hill From far approving sees. 10. LIFTING UP TO THE CROSS. "But Jesus answered and said, Ye know not what ye ask. Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of, and to be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with? They say unto him, We are able." OFT have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even, And sight goes deep in lucid air, and earth seems nearer Heaven, And wheresoe'er you lift your eyes, the holy Cross, they say, Stands guardian of your journey, by lone or crowded way; And I have mused how awfully its shadows and its gleams Might haply fall on infants' eyes, and mingle with their dreams, And draw them up by silent power of its o'er-shading arm, And deepen on the tender brow Christ's seal and saintly charm. Oft have I read, and dream'd, and now behold a token true! A maiden from a distant isle, where Faith is fresh of hue, Where Memory tarries, to reprove our cold irreverent age, In churches set like stars around some saintly hermitage ; Where old Devotion lingers beside the granite Cross, And pilgrims seek the healing well, far over moor and moss, A noble-hearted maiden, from a believing shore, Is by, to see Christ's little ones Him crucified adore. Upon a verdant hillock the sacred sign appears, A damsel on no trembling arm an eager babe up rears, With a sister's yearning love, and an elder sister's pride, She lifts the new-baptized, to greet the Friend who for him died.* * A traveller from Ireland witnessed this scene on the Continent, and described it to the Author. Who may the maiden's thought divine, performing thus in sight Of all the heavenly Watchers her pure unbidden rite? While fearless to those awful Lips her treasure she would raise, I see her features shrink, as though she fain would downward gaze. Perchance a breath of self-reproach is fluttering round her heart : Thou, darling, in our Saviour mayst for certain claim thy part : The dews baptismal bright and keen are glistening on thy brow, He cannot choose but own thee, in His arms received e'en now. But much I've sinn'd and little wept: will He not say, 'Begone?' I dare not meet His searching eye; my penance is undone. But thou and thy good Angel, who nerves mine arm to bear And lift thee up so near Him, will strive for me in prayer." |