Who, while his lips so gently move, And all his look is purpose strong, Can say what wonders, wrought above, The world new-framed, the Christ new-born, The Mother-maid, the cross and grave, The rising sun on Easter morn, 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, Led us first, with shepherds mild, With that mother undefiled, There to adore the wondrous child. Spouse of Christ, so pure and bright, In our coarse dim air to trace Lines and hues from yon high place, Gathering tones from earth and sky As to-day thou guid'st our thought Watcher of the eternal ways, Oft as o'er our childish trance History bids her visions glance Wondrous wild in airy measures, May our love and hate be thine. On His Cross and in His Fold, 10. UNWEARIED LOVE. "Jesus saith unto hlm, I say not unto thee, Until seven times; but, Until seventy times seven." My child, the counsels high attend Of thine Eternal Friend. When longings pure, when holy prayers, Stay not too long to count them o'er ; Rise in His Name; throw wide the door, Let the good angels in: Nor listen, should the Tempter say, To say the prayer we said before, But learn thy Mother's mind. She will not live on thee to wait In early hour or late: To-morrow even as yesterday Still onward, onward in Love's way To speed, her only dream. So many love-deeds done, to cease Her kindly toil, and rest in peace, Small joy to her would seem. And He, the Fountain of her Love, Is open, day and night, with store With grace to mourners given, He pardoning wearies not. Ah why Behold with evil eye Thy brother asking grace for sin ? He doth but aid thee, more to win |