He every moment waits to give,

Watch thou unwearied to receive.

Thine Hours of Prayer, upon the Cross

To Him were hours of woe and shame and loss; Scourging at morn; at noon, pierced hands and feet; At eve, fierce pains of death, for thee He counted

sweet.

The blue sky o'er the green earth bends,
All night the dew descends:

The green earth to the blue heaven's ray
Its bosom spreads all day.

Earth answers heaven: the holy race
Should answer His unfailing grace.

Then smile, low world, in spite or scorn,

We to our God will kneel ere prime of morn;

The third, the sixth, the ninth-each Passion hour,— We with high praise will keep, as He with gifts of

power.

9.

REPEATING THE CREED.

"Whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the

victory that overcometh the world, even our faith."

MANY the banners bright and fair,
Uplifted in the gleaming sky,
When Faith would show this lower air
The token of her victory.

The heaven-enlightened eye and mind,
By meek confession purified,

Gazes on high, nor fails to find

Which way the signs celestial guide.

One bodies forth a Virgin Form,

Holding aloft a Cross of might,

And watching, how through cloud and storm
Its head is lost in deepening light.

Another dreams, by night and day,
Of a calm Prophet's face, intent
To hear what God the Lord shall say,

Ere the dread tones be gone and spent.

An Eagle from the deep of space

Is hovering near, and hastes to bring (Meetest the unearthly tale to trace,) A plume of his mysterious wing.

A golden Chalice standing by,-
What mantles there is life or death;

A Dragon to the unpurged eye,

A Serpent from the Cross, to Faith.

O visions dread and bright, I feel

You are too high for me, I seek

A lowlier impress for my seal,

More of this earth, though pure and meek.

Give me a tender spotless child,

Rehearsing or at eve or morn

His chant of glory undefiled,

The Creed that with the Church was born.

Down be his earnest forehead cast,

His slender fingers joined for prayer, With half a frown his eye sealed fast

Against the world's intruding glare.

Who, while his lips so gently move,
And all his look is purpose strong,

Can say what wonders, wrought above,
Upon his unstained fancy throng?

The world new-framed, the Christ new-born,

The Mother-Maid, the cross and

The rising sun on Easter morn,

grave,

The fiery tongues sent down to save,—

The gathering Church, the Fount of Life, The saints and mourners kneeling round, The Day to end the body's strife,

The Saviour in His people crowned,—

All in majestic march and even

To the veil'd eye by turns appear, True to their time as stars in heaven, No morning dream so still and clear.

And this is Faith, and thus she wins

Her victory, day by day rehearsed.

Seal but thine eye to pleasant sins,

Love's glorious world will on thee burst.

10:

LESSONS AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

(For St. Luke's Day.)

MOTHER of Christ's children dear,
Teacher true of loving Fear,
Kind Physician, wakeful Nurse,
Wont with many a potent verse
By our cradles watch to keep,
Singing new born Saints to sleep ;
Be thy tenderest breath to-day
Breathed on all we sing or say.
For to-day that Saint we own,
Who to JESUS' cradle-throne

Led us first, with shepherds mild,

With that Mother undefiled,

There to adore the wondrous Child.

Spouse of Christ, so pure and bright,
Skill'd, by His unearthly light,

In our coarse dim air to trace

Lines and hues from yon high place,

H