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ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER
Is it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and olive yards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and men servants, and maid servants ? 2 Kings v. 26.
Is this a time to plant and build,
Is this a time for moonlight dreams
No-rather steel thy melting heart
Yes—let them pass without a sigh,
The fire of Heaven is soon to fall,
Then in his wrath shall God uproot
In silence, ere that storm begin,
Pray only that thine aching heart,
Snatch'd sudden from th' avenging rod,
that made thee see, This was no world of rest for thee.
d Jeremiah xlv. 4, 5. The Lord saith thus: Behold, that which I have built will I break down, and that which I have planted I will pluck up, even this whole land. And seekest thou great things for thyself? seek them not, for, behold, I will bring evil upon all flesh, saith the Lord ; but thy life will I give unto thee for a prey in all places whither thou goest.
TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER
And looking up to Heaven, He sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, Be opened. St. Mark vii. 34.
THE Son of God in doing good
Was fain to look to heaven and sigh :
Seek joy unmix'd in charity ?
He look'd to heaven, and sadly sigh’d
What saw my gracious Saviour there,
The joy of Heaven-accepted prayer?
So o'er the bed where Lazarus slept
O’erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief
Over his sinking spirit sweep :“ What boots it gathering one lost leaf
“ Out of yon sere and wither'd heap, “ Where souls and bodies, hopes and joys, “ All that earth owns or sin destroys, “ Under the spurning hoof are cast, “ Or tossing in th' autumnal blast ?”
The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice, The fetter'd tongue its chain may break;
; But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,
The laggard soul, that will not wake, The guilt that scorns to be forgiven ;These baffle e'en the spells of heaven; In thought of these, his brows benign Not even in healing cloudless shine.
No eye but His might ever bear
To gaze all down that drear abyss,