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Who then, uncall'd by Thee,
Dare touch thy spouse, thy very self below ?
Or who dare count him summond worthily,

Except thine hand and seal he shew ?

Where can thy seal be found, But on the chosen seed, from age to age By thine anointed heralds duly crown'd,

As kings and priests thy war to wage ?

Then fearless walk we forth,
Yet full of trembling, Messengers of God:
Our warrant sure, but doubting of our worth,

By our own shame alike and glory aw’d.

Dread Searcher of the hearts,
Thou who didst seal by thy descending Dove
Thy servant's choice, O help us in our parts,

Else helpless found, to learn and teach thy love.



And the Angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women. St. Luke i. 28.

OH Thou who deign’st to sympathize
With all our frail and fleshly ties,

Maker yet Brother dear,
Forgive the too presumptuous thought,
If, calming wayward grief, I sought

To gaze on Thee too near.

Yet sure 'twas not presumption, Lord,
'Twas thine own comfortable word

That made the lesson known:
Of all the dearest bonds we prove,
Thou countest sons and mothers' love

Most sacred, most thine own.


When wandering here a little span,
Thou took'st on Thee to rescue man,

Thou hadst no earthly sire:
That wedded love we prize so dear,
As if our heaven and home were here,

It lit in Thee no fire.

On no sweet sister's faithful breast
Wouldst thou thine aching forehead rest,

On no kind brother lean :
But who, O perfect filial heart,
E’er did like Thee a true son's part,

Endearing, firm, serene ?

Thou wept’st, meek maiden, mother mild, Thou wept’st upon thy sinless child,

Thy very heart was riven: And yet, what mourning matron here Would deem thy sorrows bought too dear

By all on this side Heaven?

A son that never did amiss,
That never sham'd his mother's kiss,

Nor cross'd her fondest prayer:

Even from the tree he deign'd to bow For her his agonized brow,

Her, his sole earthly care.

Ave Maria ! blessed Maid !
Lily of Eden's fragrant shade,

Who can express the love
That nurtur'd thee so pure and sweet,
Making thy heart a shelter meet

For Jesus' holy Dove?

Ave Maria ! Mother blest,
To whom caressing and caress'd,

Clings the Eternal Child;
Favour'd beyond Archangels' dream,
When first on thee with tenderest gleam

Thy new-born Saviour smild :

Ave Maria! Thou whose name
All but adoring love may claim,

Yet may we reach thy shrine ;
For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows
To crown all lowly lofty brows

With love and joy like thine.

Bless'd is the womb that bare Him-bless'd


The bosom where his lips were press’d,

But rather bless'd are they
Who hear his word and keep it well,
The living homes where Christ shall dwell,

And never pass away.


And the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed asunder the one from the other. Acts xv. 39.

Compare 2 Timothy iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee, for he is profitable to me for the ministry.

OH! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,

On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love ?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp,

But they shall change and variance prove.

h St. Luke xi. 27, 28.

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