As in that entrancing dream,

On my sleep-embolden'd eyes,

From the shrine, the approving beam
Thrill'd, as each new sacrifice,

Each new living ray, each soul
Borne beyond where shadows roll,
With its faithful watcher, found

Place in the eternal round."

O sweet morning dream, I pray,

Pass not with the matin hour: Charm me:-heart and tongue allay,

Thoughts of gloom and eyes that lower.

From the Fountain to the Shrine

Bear me on, thou trance divine;
Faint not, fade not on my view,
Till I wake and find thee true.

4.

BAPTISMAL VOWS.

O HAPPY new-horn Babe, where art thou lying?
What are these sounds that fill with healing balm
The hallow'd air, of power to still thy crying
At once, and nurse thee into heavenly calm ?

"His Bosom bears me, who on earth descended,
Of a poor Maid vouchsafing to be born.
His saving words, with holy water blended,
Have brought the glory to my prime of morn.”

Joy to thy nurse, more joy to her who bore thee,
Lamb of that Shepherd's flock, whose name is Good:
As he hath won, for ever may he wear thee,
And keep thee purified with his dear blood!

"Amen and therefore am I sworn His servant, His sacred Heart through life to be my rest, To watch His eye with adoration fervent,

Foe of his foes, and in His white robe drest."

O blest, O safe, on God's own bosom leaning!

But Passion-hours are nigh:-keep thee thy place: And far and wide are evil watchers, gleaning

The lambs that slight the Shepherd's fostering grace.

"Nay, I will drink His cup; my vow is taken; With His baptizing blood my own shall blend; Ne'er be that holiest charge by me forsaken,

The dying Saviour's trust to each true friend."

Well hast thou sworn, and be thy warfare glorious :
But Saints are pure, the Church is undefiled,
And Jesus welcomed from His cross victorious
A Virgin Mother to a Virgin Child.

"Then ask for me of the dread Son of Mary, Whose arms eternal are young children's home,

A loving heart, obedient eyes and wary,

Even as I am to tarry till He come."

Prayer shall not fail, but higher He would lead thee:
His Bosom Friend ate of that awful Bread:

So will He wait all day to bless and feed thee;—
Come thou adoring to be blest and fed.

""Tis meet and right, and mine own bounden duty.

Good Angels guide me with pure heart to fall Before His Altar-step, and see His Beauty,

And taste of Him, my first, my last, mine all."

5.

SIGN OF THE CROSS.

(See the First Prayer Book of Edward VI.-" Receyve the signe of the Holy Crosse, both in thy forehead and in thy breste.")

WHERE is the mark to Jesus known,
Whereby He seals His own?

Slaves wore of old on brow and breast
Their master's name impress'd,

And Christian babes on heart and brow
Wear Jesu's token now.

His holy Priest that token gave

With finger dipt in the life-giving wave.

When soldiers take their Sovereign's fee,

And swear His own to be,

The royal badge on forehead bold

They show to young and old.
Nor may we hide for fear or shame

The persecuted Name.

Only with downcast eyes we go

At thought of sin that God and angels know.