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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 142 pages of information about The Christian Year.

They give their best—­O tenfold shame
   On us their fallen progeny,
Who sacrifice the blind and lame —
   Who will not wake or fast with Thee!

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY

They shall spring up as among the grass, as willows by the water courses.  Isaiah xliv. 4.

Lessons sweet of spring returning,
   Welcome to the thoughtful heart! 
May I call ye sense or learning,
   Instinct pure, or Heaven-taught art? 
Be your title what it may,
Sweet this lengthening April day,
While with you the soul is free,
Ranging wild o’er hill and lea.

Soft as Memnon’s harp at morning,
   To the inward ear devout,
Touched by light, with heavenly warning
   Your transporting chords ring out. 
Every leaf in every nook,
Every wave in every brook,
Chanting with a solemn voice,
Minds us of our better choice.

Needs no show of mountain hoary,
   Winding shore or deepening glen,
Where the landscape in its glory
   Teaches truth to wandering men: 
Give true hearts but earth and sky,
And some flowers to bloom and die,
Homely scenes and simple views
Lowly thoughts may best infuse.

See the soft green willow springing
   Where the waters gently pass,
Every way her free arms flinging
   O’er the moist and reedy grass. 
Long ere winter blasts are fled,
See her tipped with vernal red,
And her kindly flower displayed
Ere her leaf can cast a shade.

Though the rudest hand assail her,
   Patiently she droops awhile,
But when showers and breezes hail her,
   Wears again her willing smile. 
Thus I learn Contentment’s power
From the slighted willow bower,
Ready to give thanks and live
On the least that Heaven may give.

If, the quiet brooklet leaving,
   Up the stony vale I wind,
Haply half in fancy grieving
   For the shades I leave behind,
By the dusty wayside drear,
Nightingales with joyous cheer
Sing, my sadness to reprove,
Gladlier than in cultured grove.

Where the thickest boughs are twining
   Of the greenest darkest tree,
There they plunge, the light declining —
   All may hear, but none may see. 
Fearless of the passing hoof,
Hardly will they fleet aloof;
So they live in modest ways,
Trust entire, and ceaseless praise.

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY

Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine:  and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse; but thou hast kept the good wine until now.  St. John ii. 10.

The heart of childhood is all mirth: 
   We frolic to and fro
As free and blithe, as if on earth
   Were no such thing as woe.

But if indeed with reckless faith
   We trust the flattering voice,
Which whispers, “Take thy fill ere death,
   Indulge thee and rejoice;”

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