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Feel only-for in silence gently gliding
Fain would he shun both ear and sight,
"Twixt Prayer and watchful Love his heart dividing, A nursing father day and night.
Such were the tender arms, where cradled lay,
The Church of JESUS; such the love
He to his chosen taught for His dear widow'd Dove.
Warm'd underneath the Comforter's safe wing
Here loving hearts, that daily know
The heavenly consolations they on you bestow.
Sweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest calms,
Of holy offerings timely paid3,
of fire from Heaven to bless thy votive alms
And passions on GOD's altar laid.
a Acts iv. 37. Having land, he sold it, and brought the money, and laid it at the Apostles' feet.
The world to them is clos'd and now they shine
With rays of love divine,
Through darkest nooks of this dull earth
Pouring, in showery times, their glow of " quiet "mirth."
New hearts before their Saviour's feet to lay,
This is their first their dearest joy:
Their next, from heart to heart to clear the waya
For mutual love without alloy :
Never so blest, as when in JESUS' roll
They write some hero-soul,
More pleas'd upon his brightening road
To wait, than if their own with all his radiance glow'd.
O happy spirits, mark'd by God and man
Their messages of love to bear",
What though long since in Heaven your brows began
The genial amarant wreath to wear,
And in th' eternal leisure of calm love
Ye banquet there above,
a Acts ix. 27. Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the
b Acts xi. 22. xiii. 2.
Yet in your sympathetic heart
We and our earthly griefs may ask and hope a part.
Comfort's true sons! amid the thoughts of down
Sure, 'tis one joy to muse, how ye unknown
Where'er the Cross is borne with smiles,
Or lighten'd secretly by Love's endearing wiles:
Where'er one Levite in the temple keeps
The watch-fire of his midnight prayer,
Thus saints, that seem to die in earth's rude strife,
They have but left our weary ways
To live in memory here, in heaven by love and praise.
ST. JOHN BAPTIST'S DAY.
Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Lord: and he shall turn the heart of the fathers unto the children, and the heart of the children to the fathers. Malachi iv. 5, 6.
TWICE in her season of decay
The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,
Whose torch afar
Shadows and boding night-birds fly.
Methinks we need him once again,
In vain on Carmel's green and lonely mound :
From Sinai soar,
On his celestial errands bound.
But wafted to her glorious place
By harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones,
Her likeness true,
And trace, in thine, her own deep tones.
Deathless himself, he joys with thee To commune how a faithful martyr dies, And in the blest could envy be,
He would behold thy wounds with envious eyes, Star of our morn,
Who yet unborn
Didst guide our hope, where Christ should rise.
Now resting from your jealous care
For sinners, such as Eden cannot know,
Ye pour for us your mingled prayer, No anxious fear to damp Affection's glow. Love draws a cloud
From you to shroud
Rebellion's mystery here below.
St. Luke i. 74. The Babe leaped in her womb for joy.