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Be hoary learning dumb,
Behold an infant come.
O Wisdom, whose unfading power
Beside the Eternal stood,
The land, the sky, the flood;
Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile
An infant form to wear;
And lisp thy faltered prayer.
But, in thy Father's own abode,
With Israel's elders round,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
So may our youth adore thy name,
And, Saviour, deign to bless
Of early holiness.
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows,
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Is upward drawn to God.
The lily must decay;
Must shortly fade away.
Of man's maturer age,
And stormy passion's rage.
Within thy Father's shrine,
Were all alike divine,
We seek thy grace alone,
To keep us still thine own.
SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.
0, hand of bounty, largely spread,
The stream thy word to nectar dyed,
Though now no more on earth we trace
FOR THE SAME.
INCARNATE Word, who, wont to dwell
0, when our soul from care is free,
Then may we seem, in Fancy's ear,
So may such joy, chastised and pure,
FOR THE SAME. When on her Maker's bosom
The new-born earth was laid, And nature's opening blossom
Its fairest bloom displayed ; When all with fruit and flowers
The laughing soil was dressed, And Eden's fragrant bowers
Received their human guest; No sin his face defiling,
The heir of Nature stood, And God, benignly smiling,
Beheld that all was good. Yet in that hour of blessing,
A single want was known; А ish he heart distressing;
For Adam was alone. 0, God of pure affection,
By men and saints adored, Who gavest thy protection
To Cana's nuptial board, May such thy bounties ever
To wedded love be shown, And no rude hand dissever
Whom thou hast linked in one.