Christus Consolator Bliss of Thy birth shall quicken me, And for Thy pain and dole Tears are but vain, so I will keep The silence of the soul. Alice Brown [1857 CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR BESIDE the dead I knelt for prayer, "Lord, thou hast conquered death we know; "This one who died an hour ago." "Asleep then, as thyself did say; "Nay then, though haply she do wake, "Alas! too well we know our loss, Nor hope again our joy to touch, Until the stream of death we cross." He smiled: "There is no such!" "Yet our beloved seem so far, The while we yearn to feel them near, "Dear Lord, how shall we know that they Nor sleep, nor wander far away?" Rossiter Worthington Raymond [1840 3523 THAT HOLY THING From "Paul Faber" THEY all were looking for a king To slay their foes and lift them high: That made a woman cry. O Son of Man, to right my lot Naught but Thy presence can avail; My how or when Thou wilt not heed, George Macdonald [1824-1905] WHAT CHRIST SAID I SAID, "Let me walk in the fields;" I said, "But the sky is black, There is nothing but noise and din;' But He wept as He sent me back"There is more," He said, "there is sin." I said, "But the air is thick, And fogs are veiling the sun;" He answered, "Yet hearts are sick, I said, "I shall miss the light, And friends will miss me, they say;" He answered me, "Choose to-night If I am to miss you or they." San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother 3525 I pleaded for time to be given; To have followed the steps of your Guide." I cast one look at the field, Then set my face to the town; He said, "My child, do you yield? Will you leave the flowers for the crown?" Then into His hand went mine. And into my heart came He., And I walk in a light divine The path I had feared to see. George Macdonald [1824-1905] SAN LORENZO GIUSTINIANI'S MOTHER "And we the shadows of the dream "-SHELLEY I HAD not seen my son's dear face Mine eyes were veiled by mists of tears One of his Order came. I thrilled, His blessing be with me forever! If to my son my alms were given There is One alone who cannot change; I might mistake my dearest son, But never the Son who cannot change. Alice Meynell [1853 A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him; The little gray leaves were kind to Him; The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him-last When out of the woods He came. Sidney Lanier [1842-1881] SONGS OF PRAISE DIES IRE* DAY of wrath, that day of burning, Oh, what fear shall it engender, Trumpet, scattering sounds of wonder, All aghast then Death shall shiver, And great Nature's frame shall quiver, When the graves their dead deliver. Volume, from which nothing's blotted, Evil done nor evil plotted, Shall be brought and dooms allotted. When shall sit the Judge unerring, What shall I say, that time pending? Dreadful King, all power possessing, *For the original of this poem see page 3569. |