Alas! that e'er the pangs of birth All gorgeous hues are in the pure white beam Behold, athwart our woodland nest Christian Child, whoe'er thou be Comrades, haste; the tents' tall shading 294 Page 87 Didst thou not hear how soft the day-wind sighed Even as the close of some grave melody Five loving souls, each one as mine . Greatest art thou in least, O Lord Had I an infant, Lord, to rear How fast these autumn leaves decay. I mark'd when vernal meads were bright Live ever in my heart, sweet awful hour More and more stars, and ever as I gaze 214 Mother of Christ's children dear My child, the counsels high attend 97 . 99 Page Not often bends the face of Heaven and Earth Not undelightful prove Now the holy hour is nigh O endless round of Nature's wheel Oft have I heard mine elders say Oft have I hid mine eyes Oft have I read of sunny realms Oft have I watched thy trances light O grief for Angels to behold O happy new-born babe, where art thou lying. O Lord, behold these babes are Thine One the descending flame O wondrous warfare of the Spouse of God Page Speed on, ye happy Sunday hours, O speed 278 € 155 Tear not away the veil, dear friend The cares, the loves of parents fond The Lord, the all gracious, hides not all His ire 78 The May winds gently lift the willow leaves 182 117 The shepherd boy lies on the hill The twelve holy men The wedding guests are met The western sky is glowing yet They talk of wells in caverns deep Thou makest me jealous, infant dear 197 266 273 |