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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.
In her sweet natal day,
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
They spread th' endearing warmth around: Mourners, speed here your broken hearts to bring,
Here healing dews and balms abound : Here are soft hands that cannot bless in vain,
By trial taught your pain :
Here loving hearts, that daily know
Sweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest calms,
Of holy offerings timely paida,
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
New hearts before their Saviour's feet to lay,
This is their first their dearest joy :
For mutual love without alloy :
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 Apostles.
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
That strew your pillow of repose,
By sweet remembrance soothe our woes,
Lives in our embers here,
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,
In heavenly balm, fresh gather'd there ;
Only win double life:
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
Dart from the wild its piercing ray: Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,
The herald star,
Whose torch afar
Methinks we need him once again,
By Cherith's side we seek in vain,
Angels no more
From Sinai soar,
But wafted to her glorious place
His spirit with a dear embrace
Well-pleas’d to view
Her likeness true,
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
C St. Luke i. 74. The Babe leaped in her womb for joy.