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But yet our craving spirits feel,
Fancy with all her dreams must die, And seek a surer pledge—a seal
Of love to last eternally.
Who art thou, that would'st grave thy name
Thus deeply in a brother's heart? Look on this saint, and learn to frame
Thy love-charm with true Christian art.
First seek thy Saviour out, and dwell
Beneath the shadow of his roof,
And known Him for the Christ by proof;
Such proof as they are sure to find,
Who spend with him their happy days, Clean hands, and a self-ruling mind
Ever in tune for love and praise.
Then, potent with the spell of heaven,
Go, and thine erring brother gain, Entice him home to be forgiven,
Till he, too, see his Saviour plain.
Or, if before thee in the race,
Urge him with thine advancing tread Till, like twin stars, with even pace
Each lucid course be duly sped.
No fading frail memorial give
To soothe his soul when thou art gone, But wreaths of hope for aye to live,
And thoughts of good together done.
That so, before the judgment-seat,
Though chang'd and glorified each face, Not unremember'd ye may meet
For endless ages to embrace.
Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed. St. John Xx. 29.
WE were not by when Jesus came,
But round us, far and near,
In choral echoes hear.
While some might doubt, but all ador'd b,
Slowly, as then, His bounteous hand
The golden chain unwinds,
a St. John xx. 24. Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with then when Jesus came.
b St. Matt. xxviii. 17. When they saw him, they worshipped him : but some doubted.
Drawing to Heaven with gentlest band
Wise hearts and loving minds.
She sought to weep with Thee alone,
Reason and Faith at once set out d
To search the Saviour's tomb;
As fearing to presume
“Here lay His limbs, and here His sacred head, “And who was by, to make his new-forsaken bed ?"
Both wonder, one believes—but while
They muse on all at home,
From Jesus' grave to roam.
c St. Mary Magdalen's visit to the sepulchre. d St. Peter and St. John.
Weeping she stays till He appear-
All joy to souls that can rejoice
Joy too to those, who love to talk
In secret how He died,
Nor see Him at their side;
Half darkling, till their Master shed
Thus, ever brighter and more bright,
On those he came to save
Dawn'd gradual from the grave :
The Church in anxious musing sate,