When wandering here a little span, Thou hadst no earthly sire: That wedded love we prize so dear, On no sweet sister's faithful breast Wouldst thou thine aching forehead rest, On no kind brother lean : But who, O perfect filial heart, E'er did like Thee a true son's part, Endearing, firm, serene? Thou wept'st, meek maiden, mother mild, Thou wept'st upon thy sinless child, And yet, what mourning matron here A son that never did amiss, That never sham'd his mother's kiss, Nor cross'd her fondest prayer: Even from the tree he deign'd to bow For her his agonized brow, Her, his sole earthly care. Ave Maria! blessed Maid! Lily of Eden's fragrant shade, Who can express the love That nurtur'd thee so pure and sweet, Making thy heart a shelter meet For Jesus' holy Dove? Ave Maria! Mother blest, To whom caressing and caress'd, Ave Maria! Thou whose name All but adoring love may claim, Yet may we reach thy shrine; For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows With love and joy like thine. Bless'd is the womb that bare Him-bless'd h The bosom where his lips were press'd, But rather bless'd are they Who hear his word and keep it well, The living homes where Christ shall dwell, And never pass away. h St. Luke xi. 27, 28. LXXXIII. ST. MARK'S DAY. And the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed asunder the one from the other. Acts xv. 39. Compare 2 Timothy iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee, for he is profitable to me for the ministry. OH! who shall dare in this frail scene On holiest happiest thoughts to lean, On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love? Since not Apostles' hands can clasp Each other in so firm a grasp, But they shall change and variance prove. Yet deem not, on such parting sad Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad: Divided in their earthly race, Together at the glorious goal, Each leading many a rescu'd soul, The faithful champions shall embrace. For even as those mysterious Four, Who the bright whirling wheels upbore By Chebar in the fiery blasti, Right onward speed, yet join at last. And sometimes even beneath the moon When reconciled Christians meet, In silence meek, or converse sweet. Companion of the Saints! 'twas thine When the great soldier of thy Lord The story of your love restor❜d. i Ezekiel i. 9. They turned not when they went-they went every one straight forward. |