"Think'st thou to lurk in yonder wavering boughs, Where even these earthly sunbeams glide and steal? Nay, speed thee forth while yet high grace allows, Lay bare thy wounds to Him who waits to heal. "They only rankle in th' unwholesome shade; "These fluttering leaves the more unveil thy shame. 6. TELL THY MOTHER. "Ye are not straitened in us, but ye are straitened in your own bowels." WEARY Soul and burthened sore, Think not all is hidden quite : Mothers' eyes are quick as light, I with boding anguish read Half your tale ere ye begin : Bitter drops in heart I bleed, Penance for your shame and sin. Grudge not thou thine eyes to hide On this breast that aches for thee: Patient, kneeling, here abide Till th' absolving Voice is free. I from thy baptismal hour Yearn for thee, hard heart and dry : Seek my penitential bower, In the dust beside me lie. 7. ABSOLUTION. "Whose sins ye forgive, they are forgiven." LIVE ever in my heart, sweet awful hour, And sure with lightning glance they seem'd to thrill, (O may the dream prove true!) and search and burn Each foul dark corner of my lawless will. What if the Spirit griev'd did then return ?— O fear, O joy to think !--and what if yet, The lore of evil I may quite forget, And with the pure in heart my portion be? Live in my heart, dread blissful hope, to tame 8. HOURS OF PRAYER. Evening, and morning, and at noonday will I pray." Down, slothful heart! how darest thou say, Behold, the Lord's own bounteous showers The forenoon saw the Spirit first On orphan'd Saints in glory burst ; At noontide hour Saint Peter saw The sheet let down, heavenward all earth to draw; At eventide, when good Cornelius kneel'd Upon his fasting day, an Angel shone revealed. Untired is He in mercy's task, Then tire not thou to ask. He says not, "Yesterday I gave, Wilt thou for ever crave ?" |