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Seems tund as truly to our hearts As when, twelve weary months ago, 'Twas moaning bleak, so high and low,
You would have thought Remorse and Woe Had taught the innocent air their sadly thrilling parts.
Is it, Christ's light is too divine,
the fire of heaven have caught ; Martyrs and saints—each glorious day Dawning in order on our way
Remind us, how our darksome clay May keep th' ethereal warmth our Creator
These we have scorn'd, O false and frail !
Of our lost year in heaven is told-
With time and hope behind us cast,
O watch and pray ere Advent dawn !
But Love too late can never glow :
To regions where one thought serene Breathes sweeter than whole years of sacrifice below. ST. ANDREW'S DAY.
He first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him, We have found the Messias ; and he brought him unto Jesus. St. John i. 42.
WHEN brothers part for manhood's race,
What gift may most endearing prove
And certify a brother's love?
'Tis true, bright hours together told,
And blissful dreams in secret shard,
Shall last in fancy unimpair'd.
Even round the death-bed of the good
Such dear remembrances will hover,
When all the cares of earth are over.
But yet our craving spirits feel,
We shall live on, though Fancy die, And seek a surer pledge—a seal
Of love to last eternally.
Who art thou, that would'st grave thy name
Thus deeply in a brother's heart ? Look on this saint, and learn to frame
Thy love-charm with true Christian art.
First seek thy Saviour out, and dwell,
Beneath the shadow of his roof,
And known Him for the Christ by proof;
Such proof as they are sure to find,
Who spend with him their happy days, Clean hands, and a self-ruling mind
Ever in tune for love and praise.
Then, potent with the spell of heaven,
Go, and thine erring brother gain, Entice him home to be forgiven,
Till he, too, see his Saviour plain.
Or, if before thee in the race,
Urge him with thine advancing tread, Till, like twin stars, with even pace
Each lucid course be duly sped.
No fading frail memorial give
To soothe his soul when thou art gone, But wreaths of hope for aye to live,
And thoughts of good together done.
That so, before the judgment-seat,
Though chang'd and glorified each face, Not unremember'd ye may meet
For endless ages to embrace.