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And since we see, and not afar,
The twilight of the great and dreadful day,
Why linger, till Elijah's car
Stoop from the clouds? Why sleep ye? rise and pray, Ye heralds seal'd
In camp or field
Your Saviour's banner to display.
Where is the lore the Baptist taught,
His light should wane,
So the whole world to Jesus throng?
Thou Spirit who the Church didst lend
Her eagle wings, to shelter in the wild,
To guide aright
Our weary souls, by earth beguil❜d.
d St. John iii. 30. He must increase, but I must decrease.
e Revelations xii. 14.
So glorious let thy Pastors shine,
That by their speaking lives the world may learn
That sons to parents, all to Thee may turn ;
In fires of love,
At sight of Thee, for aye to burn.
ST. PETER'S DAY.
When Herod would have brought him out, the same night Peter was sleeping. Acts xii. 6.
THOU thrice denied, yet thrice belov❜d,
Watch by thine own forgiven friend;
In sharpest perils faithful prov'd,
Let his soul love thee to the end.
f Malachi iv. 6. He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to the fathers.
St. Luke i. 17. To turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just; to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.
g St. John xxi. 15, 16, 17.
The prayer is heard-else why so deep
His slumber on the eve of death? And wherefore smiles he in his sleep As one who drew celestial breath?
He loves and is belov'd again—
Can his soul choose,but be at rest? Sorrow hath fled away, and Pain Dares not invade the guarded nest.
He dearly loves, and not alone:
For his wing'd thoughts are soaring high Where never yet frail heart was known To breathe in vain affection's sigh.
He loves and weeps-but more than tears Have seal'd thy welcome and his love— One look lives in him, and endears
Crosses and wrongs where'er he rove :
That gracious chiding look", Thy call
Sweetening the sorrow of his fall
Which else were ru'd too bitterly.
h St. Luke xxii. 61.
Even through the veil of sleep it shines,
And spares awhile his blissful trance.
Or haply to his native lake
His vision wafts him back, to talk With JESUS, ere his flight he take, As in that solemn evening walk,
When to the bosom of his friend,
The Shepherd, He whose name is Good, Did His dear lambs and sheep commend, Both bought and nourish'd with His blood :
Then laid on him th' inverted tree,
Which firm embrac'd with heart and arm,
Might cast o'er hope and memory,
O'er life and death, its awful charm.
With brightening heart he bears it on,
The unexpressive notes to hear
Of angel song and angel motion, Rising and falling on the ear
Like waves in Joy's unbounded ocean.—
His dream is chang'd-the Tyrant's voice Calls to that last of glorious deeds
But as he rises to rejoice,
Not Herod but an Angel leads.
He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,
But 'tis a gleam of heavenly light
The flame, that in a few short years
Touch'd he upstarts-his chains unbindThrough darksome vault, up massy stair,
His dizzy, doubting footsteps wind
To freedom and cool moonlight air.