The Christian Year eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 203 pages of information about The Christian Year.


Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes
   To childish ears are vain,
That the young mind at random floats,
   And cannot reach the strain.

Dim or unheard, the words may fall,
   And yet the heaven-taught mind
May learn the sacred air, and all
   The harmony unwind.

Was not our Lord a little child,
   Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear and mother mild
   Instructed day by day?

And loved He not of Heaven to talk
   With children in His sight,
To meet them in His daily walk,
   And to His arms invite?

What though around His throne of fire
   The everlasting chant
Be wafted from the seraph choir
   In glory jubilant?

Yet stoops He, ever pleased to mark
   Our rude essays of love,
Faint as the pipe of wakening lark,
   Heard by some twilight grove: 

Yet is He near us, to survey
   These bright and ordered files,
Like spring-flowers in their best array,
   All silence and all smiles.

Save that each little voice in turn
   Some glorious truth proclaims,
What sages would have died to learn,
   Now taught by cottage dames.

And if some tones be false or low,
   What are all prayers beneath
But cries of babes, that cannot know
   Half the deep thought they breathe?

In His own words we Christ adore,
   But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar
   Than we o’er children weak: 

And yet His words mean more than they,
   And yet He owns their praise: 
Why should we think, He turns away
   From infants’ simple lays?


The shadow of th’ Almighty’s cloud
   Calm on this tents of Israel lay,
While drooping paused twelve banners proud,
   Till He arise and lead this way.

Then to the desert breeze unrolled,
   Cheerly the waving pennons fly,
Lion or eagle—­each bright fold
   A lodestar to a warrior’s eye.

So should Thy champions, ere this strife
   By holy hands o’ershadowed kneel,
So, fearless for their charmed life,
   Bear, to this end, Thy Spirit’s seal.

Steady and pure as stars that beam
   In middle heaven, all mist above,
Seen deepest in this frozen stream:-
   Such is their high courageous love.

And soft as pure, and warm as bright,
   They brood upon life’s peaceful hour,
As if the Dove that guides their flight
   Shook from her plumes a downy shower.

Spirit of might and sweetness too! 
   Now leading on the wars of God,
Now to green isles of shade and dew
   Turning the waste Thy people trod;

Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil
   Between us and the fires of youth;
Breathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale,
   Our fevered brow in age to soothe.

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