5.

FIRST WAKING.

"JESUS saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master."

"YE who wait in wistful gaze

Where young infants lie,

Learning faith and silent praise
From each pure calm sigh,
Say, 'mid all those beaming glances,
Starts, and gleams, and silent trances,
When the fond heart highest dances,
Feeling Heaven so nigh ?"

"Hard it is, 'mid gifts so sweet

Choosing out the prime :

But no brighter smiles we meet

Than at waking time,

When they burst the chains of slumber,

Chains that guard but not encumber,

And glad fancies without number

Ring their playful chime."

Nay, but with a moaning sound
Babes awakening start;

See the uneasy eye glance round,

Feel the beating heart."

"But the watcher's look prevailing

In a moment stills that wailing,

Eye and heart have ceased their ailing, Joy hath learn'd her part."

So when rose on Easter dawn

Our all-glorious Sun,

You might see Love's eye

From th' adored One.

withdrawn

Tears that morn were in her waking,
Now again her heart is breaking;-

Who may soothe her soul's sad aching?

For her Lord is gone.

Him for tears she may not see,

Even her soul's delight,

Yet full near to her is He.

Say, did Hosts of Light

Ever breathe in mortals' hearing Tones so soft, so heavenly cheering? "Mary," was the word endearingHeaven and earth grew bright.

Lo, the Babe spreads out his arms
Toward the Watcher's face,

Fain to hide from sad alarms

In Love's safe embrace.-
See, the Word of Grace attending,
Magdalen full lowly bending.

"Touch me not till mine ascending,"

Is the Word of Grace.

Love with infant's haste would fain

Touch Him and adore,

But a deeper holier gain

Mercy keeps in store.

"Touch Me not: awhile believe Me: Touch Me not till Heaven receive Me, Then draw near and never leave Me, Then I go no more."

6.

LOOKING WESTWARD.

"God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts."

HAD I an infant, Lord, to rear

And mould in JESUS' Law,

How should I watch in hope and fear
The first deep glance of awe,

When for a bright and conscious gaze
He lifts his eyelids meek,

And round his own world's little maze,

Some marvel fain would seek!

Bright be the spot, and pure

the ray,

That wins his steadfast eye;
A path of light, a glorious way,
To guide his soul on high.

O, rich the tint of earthly gold,
And keen the diamond's spark,
But the young Lamb of Jesus' fold
Should other splendours mark.

To soothe him in the unquiet night
I ask no taper's gleam,

But bring him where the aerial light
Falls from the Moon's soft beam.

His heart at early morn to store
With fancies fresh and rare,
Count not thy jewels o'er and o'er,
Show him no mirror's glare,

But lift him where the Eastern heaven

Glows with the Sun unseen,

Where the strong wings, to morning given,

Brood o'er a world serene.

There let him breathe his matin thought,

Of pure unconscious love,

There taste the dew by Angels brought
In silence from above.