The Christian Year eBook

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Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find
   All to thy mind,
Think, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend,
   Thee to befriend: 
So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
   Thy best, thine all.

“O Father! not My will, but Thine be done” —
   So spake the Son. 
Be this our charm, mellowing Earth’s ruder noise
   Of griefs and joys: 
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast
   In perfect rest!

THURSDAY BEFORE EASTER

As the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and I am come to shew thee; for thou art greatly beloved:  therefore understand the matter, and consider the vision.  Daniel ix. 23.

   “O Holy mountain of my God,
      How do thy towers in ruin lie,
   How art thou riven and strewn abroad,
      Under the rude and wasteful sky!”
   ’Twas thus upon his fasting-day
   The “Man of Loves” was fain to pray,
   His lattice open toward his darling west,
Mourning the ruined home he still must love the best.

   Oh! for a love like Daniel’s now,
      To wing to Heaven but one strong prayer
   For god’s new Israel, sunk as low,
      Yet flourishing to sight as fair,
   As Sion in her height of pride,
   With queens for handmaids at her side,
   With kings her nursing-fathers, throned high,
And compassed with the world’s too tempting blazonry.

   ’Tis true, nor winter stays thy growth,
      Nor torrid summer’s sickly smile;
   The flashing billows of the south
      Break not upon so lone an isle,
   But thou, rich vine, art grafted there,
   The fruit of death or life to bear,
   Yielding a surer witness every day,
To thine Almighty Author and His steadfast sway.

   Oh! grief to think, that grapes of gall
      Should cluster round thine healthiest shoot! 
   God’s herald prove a heartless thrall,
      Who, if he dared, would fain be mute! 
   E’en such is this bad world we see,
   Which self-condemned in owning Thee,
   Yet dares not open farewell of Thee take,
For very pride, and her high-boasted Reason’s sake.

   What do we then? if far and wide
      Men kneel to Christ, the pure and meek,
   Yet rage with passion, swell with pride,
      Have we not still our faith to seek? 
   Nay—­but in steadfast humbleness
   Kneel on to Him, who loves to bless
   The prayer that waits for him; and trembling strive
To keep the lingering flame in thine own breast alive.

   Dark frowned the future e’en on him,
      The loving and beloved Seer,
   What time he saw, through shadows dim,
      The boundary of th’ eternal year;
   He only of the sons of men
   Named to be heir of glory then. 
   Else had it bruised too sore his tender heart
To see god’s ransomed world in wrath and flame depart

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