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Gave me gladness and care ; but the loveliest hours of existence, When I have steadfastly gazed in their eyes, I have instantly

known them, Known them all again ;–They were my childhood's acquaintance. Therefore take from henceforth, as guides in the paths of existence, Prayer, with their eyes raised to heaven, and Innocence, bride of

man's childhood. Innocence, child beloved, is a guest from the world of the blessed, Beautiful, and in her hand a lily, on life's roaring billows Swings she in safety, she heedeth them not, in the ship she is

sleeping Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men; in the desert Angels descend and minister unto her; she herself knoweth Nought of her glorious attendance; but follows faithful and humble, Follows so long as she may her friend; O do not reject her, For she cometh from God and she holdeth the keys of the heavens. Prayer is Innocence' friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'Twixt the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven. Son of Eternity, fettered in Time, and an exile, the Spirit Tugs at his chains evermore, and struggles like flames ever upward. Still he recalls with emotion his Father's manifold mansions, Thinks of the land of his fathers, where blossomed more freshly

the flowers, Shone a more beautiful sun, and he played with the winged angels. Then grows the earth too narrow, too close ; and homesick for

heaven Longs the wandlerer again ; and the Spirit's longings are worship; Worship is called his most beautiful hour, and its tongue is entreaty. Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth upon us, Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the grave-yard, Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowing children Turns he ne'er from his door, but he heals and helps and consoles

them. Yet is it better to pray when all things are prosperous with us, Pray in fortunate days, for life's most beautiful Fortune Kncels down before the Eternal's throne; and, with hands inter

folded, Praises thankful and moved the only giver of blessings. Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not from

Heaven ? What has mankind forsooth, the poor! that it has not received ? Therefore fall in the dust and pray! The seraphs adoring Cover with pinions six their face in the glory of him who Hung his masonry pendant on nought, when the world he created. Earth declareth his might, and the firmament uttereth his glory. Races blossom and die, and stars fall downward from heaven, Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of midnight,

millenniums Lay themselves down at his feet, and he sees them, but counts

them as nothing.

Who shall stand in his presence? The wrath of the judge is terrific, Casting the insolent down at a glance. When he speaks in his

anger Hillocks skip like the kid, and mountains leap like the roe-buck. Yet,-why are ye afraid, ye children? This awful avenger, Ah! is a merciful God! God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and be loved again, he breathed forth his spirit Into the slumbering dust, and upright standing, it laid its Hand on its heart, and felt it was warm with a flame out of heaven. Quench, O quench not that flame! It is the breath of your being, Love is life, but hatred is death. Not father nor mother Loved you, as God has loved you; for 'twas that you may be happy Gave he his only Son. When he bowed down his head in the

death-hour Solemnised Love its triumph; the sacrifice then was completed. Lo! then was rent on a sudden the vail of the temple, dividing Earth and heaven apart, and the dead from their sepulchres rising Whispered with pallid lips and low in the ears of each other Th' answer, but dreamed of before, to creation's enigma,–

Atonement ! Depths of Love are Atonement's depths, for Love is Atonement. Therefore, child of mortality, love thou the merciful Father; Wish what the Holy One wishes, and not from fear, but affection; Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing; Perfect was before God, and perfect is Love, and Love only. Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest thou likewise thy

brethren; One is the sun in heaven, and one, only one, is Love also. Bears not each human figure the godlike stamp on his forehead? Readest thou not in his face thine origin? Is he not sailing Lost like thyself on an ocean unknown, and is he not guided By the same stars that guide thee? Why shouldst thou hate then

thy brother? Hateth he thee, forgive! For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language ;-on earth it is called Forgiveness ! Knowest thou Him, who forgave, with the crown of thorns round

his temples? Earnestly prayed for his foes, for his murderers ? Say, dost thou

know him? Ah! thou confessest his name, so follow likewise his example, Think of thy brother no ill, but throw a veil over his failings, Guide the erring aright; for the good, the heavenly Shepherd Took the lost lamb in his arms, and bore it back to its mother. This is the fruit of Love, and it is by its fruits that we know it. Love is the creature's welfare, with God; but Love among

mortals Is but an endless sigh! He longs, and endures, and stands waiting, Suffers, and yet rejoices, and smiles with tears on his eyelids.

Hope, --so is called upon earth, his recompense,-Hope, the

befriending, Does what she can, forshe points evermore up to heaven, and faithful Plunges her anchor's peak in the depths of the grave, and beneath it Paints a more beautiful world, a dim, but a sweet play of shadows! Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having nought else but Hope. Then praise we our Father in

heaven, Him, who has given us more: for to us has Hope been transfigured, Groping no longer in night; she is Faith, she is living assurance. Faith is enlightened Hope; she is light, is the eye of affection, Dreams of the longing interprets, and carves their visions in marble. Faith is the sun of life; and her countenance shines like the

Hebrew's, For she has looked upon God; the heaven on its stable foundation Draws she with chains down to earth, and the New Jerusalem

sinketh Splendid with portals twelve inegolden vapours descending. There enraptured she wanders, and looks at the figures majestic, Fears not the winged crowd, in the midst of them all is her

homestead. Therefore love and believe; for works will follow spontaneous, Even as day does the sun; the Right from the Good is an offspring, Love in a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than Animate Love and faith, as flowers are the animate spring-tide. Works do follow us all unto God; there stand and bear witness Not what they seemed,—but what they were only. Blessed is

he who Hears their confession secure; they are mute upon earth until

Death's hand Opens the mouth of the silent. Ye children, does Death e'er

alarm you? Death is the brother of Love, twin-brother is he, and is only More austere to behold. With a kiss upon lips that are fading Takes he the soul and departs, and rocked in the arms of affection, Places the ransomed child, new born, 'fore the face of its father. Sounds of its coming already I hear,

-see dimly his pinions, Swart as the night, but with stars strewn upon them! I fear not

before him. Death is only release, and in mercy is mute. On his bosom Freer breathes, in its coolness, my breast; and face to face standing, Look I on God as he is, a sun unpolluted by vapours ; Look on the light of the ages I loved, the spirits majestic, Nobler, better than I; they stand by the throne all transfigured, Vested in white, and with harps of gold, and are singing an anthem, Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels. You, in like manner, ye children beloved, he one day shall gather, Never forgets he the weary ;-then welcome, ye loved ones,

hereafter! Meanwhile forget not the keeping of vows, forget not the promise, Wander from holiness onward to holiness; earth shall ye heed not; Earth is but dust and heaven is light; I have pledged you to heaven. God of the Universe, hear me! thou fountain of Love everlasting, Hark to the voice of thy servant ! I send up my prayer to thy heaven! Let me hereafter not miss at thy throne one spirit of all these, Whom thou hast given me here! I have loved them all like a father. May they bear witness for me, that Itaught them the way of salvation, Faithful, so far as I knew of thy word; again may they know me, Fall on their Teacher's breast, and before thy face may I place them, Pure as they now are, but only more tried, and exclaiming with

gladness, Father, lo! I am here, and the children, whom thou hast given me!" Weeping he spake in these words; and now at the beck of the

old man Knee against knee chey knitted a wreath round the altar's enclosure. Kneeling he read then the prayers of the consecration, and softly With him the children read; at the close, with tremulous accents, Asked he the peace of heaven, a benediction upon them. Now should have ended his task for the day; the following Sunday Was for the young appointed to eat of the Lord's holy Supper, Sudden, as struck from the clouds, stood the Teacher silent and

laid his Hand on his forehead, and cast his looks upward; while thoughts

high and holy Flew through the midst of his soul, and his eyes glanced witte

wonderful brightness. 5. On the next Sunday, who knows! perhaps I shall rest in the

grave-yard ! Some one perhaps of yourselves, a lily broken untimely, Bow down his head to the earth; why delay I? the hour is

accomplished. Warm is the heart;~I will so! for to-day grows the harvest of

heaven. What I began accomplish I now; for what failing therein is I, the old man, will answer to God and the reverend father. Say to me only, ye children, ye denizens new-come in heaven, Are ye ready this day to eat of the bread of Atonement ? What it denoteth, that know ye full well, I have told it you often. Of the new covenant a symbol it is, of Atonement a token, Stablished between earth and heaven. Man by his sins and

transgressions Far has wandered from God, from his essence. 'Twas in the

beginning, Fast by the Tree of Knowledge he fell, and it hangs its crown o'er the Fall to this day; in the Thought is the Fall; in the Heart the

Atonement. Infinite is the Fall, the Atonement infinite likewise. See ! behind me, as far as the old man remembers, and forward, Far as Hope in her flight can reach with her wearied pinions,

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Sin and Atonement incessant go through the life-time of mortals.
Brought forth is sin full-grown; but Atonement sleeps in our bosoms
Still as the cradled babe ; and dreams of heaven and of angels,
Cannot awake to sensation; is like the tones in the harp's strings,
Spirits imprisoned, that wait evermore the deliverer's finger.
Therefore, ye children beloved, descended the Prince of Atonement,
Woke the slumberer from sleep, and she stands now with eyes all

Bright as the vault of the sky, and battles with sin and o'ercomes:

Downward to earth he came and transfigured, thence reascended,
Not from the heart in like wise, for there he still lives in the Spirit,
Loves and atones evermore. So long as Time is, is Atonement.
Therefore with reverence receive this day her visible token.
Tokens are dead if the things do not live. The light everlasting
Unto the blind man is not, but is born of the eye that has vision.
Neither in bread nor in wine, but in the heart that is hallowed
Lieth forgiveness enshrined ; the intention alone of amendment
Fruits of the earth ennobles to heavenly things, and removes all
Sin and the guerdon of sin. Only Love with his arms wide extended,
Penitence weeping and praying ; the Will that is tried, and whose.

gold flows
Purified forth from the flames; in a word, mankind by Atonement
Breaketh Atonement's bread, and drinketh Atonement's wine-cup.
But he who cometh up hither, unworthy, with hate in his bosom,
Scoffing at men and at God, is guilty of Christ's blessed body,
And the Redeemer's blood! To himself he eateth and drinketh
Death and doom! And from this, preserve us, thou heavenly Father!
Are ye ready, ye children, to eat of the bread of Atonement ?”
Thus with emotion he asked, and together answered the children
Yes! with deep sobs interrupted. Then read he the due suppli-

Read the Form of Communion, and in chimed the organ and anthem;
0! Holy Lamb of God, who takest away our transgressions,
Hear us! give us thy peace ! have mercy, have mercy upon us !
Th' old man, with trembling hand, and heavenly pearls on his

eyelids, Filled now the chalice and paten, and dealt round the mystical

symbols. O! then seemed it to me, as if God, with the broad eye of mid-day, Clearer looked in at the windows, and all the trees in the church

Bowed down their summits of green, and the grass on the graves

'gan to shiver.
But in the children (I noted it well; I knew it) there ran a
Tremor of holy rapture along their icy-cold members.
Decked like an altar before them, there stood the green earth, and

above it
Heaven opened itself, as of old before Stephen ; they saw there
Radiant in glory the Father, and on his right hand the Redeemer.

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