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Then, as each fond unconscious child On th everlasting Parent sweetly smild,
(Like infants sporting on the shore, That tremble not at Ocean's boundless roar)
Were they not present to thy thought,
But chiefly these, who died for Thee,
And next to these, thy gracious word Was as a pledge of benediction, stor'd
For Christian mothers, while they moan
Oh joy for Rachel's broken heart !
So dear to Christ her pious haste
She dares not grudge to leave them there, Where to behold them was her heart's first prayer,
She dares not grieve—but she must weep,
Teaching so well and silently
How happier far than life the end
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.
So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. Isaiah xxxviii. 8. Compare Josh. x. 13.
'TIS true, of old th' unchanging sun
The pale moon hurrying to the west
Th’avenging storm of war, that laid
But can it be, one suppliant tear
A sick man's lowly breathed sigh,
• And Hezekiah turned his face towards the wall, and prayed unto the Lord.
And hides his weary eyes to pray, Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of
the sky ?
We too, O Lord, would fain command,
And backward force the waves of Time,
year ; Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime.
Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warmd,
And prayers blown wide by gales of care ;-
Like stormy lights on mountain streams, Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare.
How shall we 'scape th' o'erwhelming Past ?
Or win us back one little day
Father and Lover of our souls !
Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom,
Thy showers would pierce the harden'd ground, And win it to give out its brightness and perfume.
Thou smil'st on us in wrath, and we,
The tears that bathe our offer'd hearts,
But dropp'd from wings of seraphim,
Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay,
What cannot be, Love counts it done.
Can read where Faith is fix'd and true,
O Thou, who keep'st the Key of Love,
And overflow this heart of mine,
Till in one blaze of charity
Till, as each moment wafts us higher,
And high-breath'd hope of joys above,
Whole years of folly we outlive,
THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST.
In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands. Colossians i. 11.
year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe, To let the world of sinners see
That blood for sin must flow.