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Nor slight the warning sound :
"Put off thy shoes from off thy feet
"The place where man his God shall meet, "Be sure, is holy ground."
And He answered and said unto them, I tell you, that if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. St. Luke xix. 40.
YE whose hearts are beating high
With the pulse of Poesy,
Heirs of more than royal race,
Fram'd by Heaven's peculiar grace,
God's own work to do on earth,
(If the word be not too bold,)
Giving virtue a new birth,
And a life that ne'er grows old
Sovereign masters of all hearts!
He who gave you breath to sing,
By whose strength ye sweep the string, He hath chosen you, to lead
His Hosannas here below;
Mount, and claim your glorious meed; Linger not with sin and woe.
But if ye should hold your peace,
Stars, His guiding hand that own,
Stones in earth's dark womb that rest,
High and low in choir shall meet,
Ere His Name shall be unblest.
Lord, by every minstrel tongue
That thine angels' harps may ne'er
Fail to find fit echoing here:
We the while, of meaner birth,
Who in that divinest spell Dare not hope to join on earth,
Give us grace to listen well.
But should thankless silence seal
Lips, that might half Heaven reveal,
Noblest things find vilest using,)
In vile things noble breath infusing;
Then waken into sound divine
The very pavement of thy shrine,
If it flow from childlike hearts.
MONDAY BEFORE EASTER.
Doubtless Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of Israel acknowledge us not. Isaiah lxiii. 16.
FATHER to me Thou art and Mother dear, "And Brother too, kind husband of my heart" So speaks Andromache in boding fear,
Ere from her last embrace her hero part
So evermore, by Faith's undying glow,
We own the Crucified in weal or woe.
Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home,
The fragrance of our old paternal fields
May be forgotten; and the time may come
When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yields Even to the doting mother: but thine own
Thou never canst forget, nor leave alone.
c Iliad. vi. 429.
There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs,
The Father spares the Son, for thee to die :
Thou art as much His care, as if beside
Nor man nor angel liv'd in heaven or earth: Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide
To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth: They shine and shine with unexhausted storeThou art thy Saviour's darling-seek no more.
On thee and thine, thy warfare and thine end,
The ransom'd spirits one by one were brought
dIn Passion week, from Tuesday evening to Thursday evening: during which time Scripture seems to be nearly silent concerning our Saviour's proceedings.