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He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,
Glancing around his prison roomBut ’tis a gleam of heavenly light
That fills up all the ample gloom.
The flame, that in a few short years
Deep through the chambers of the dead Shall pierce, and dry the fount of tears,
Is waving o'er his dungeon-bed.
Touch'd he upstarts—his chains unbind
Through darksome vault, up massy stair, His dizzy, doubting footsteps wind
To freedom and cool moonlight air.
Then all himself, all joy and calm,
Though for a while his hand forego, Just as it touch'd, the martyr's palm,
He turns him to his task below;
The pastoral staff, the keys of heaven,
To wield awhile in grey-hair'd might, Then from his cross to spring forgiven,
And follow JESUs out of sight.
ST. JAMES'S DAY.
Ye shall indeed drink of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with : but to sit on my right hand and on my left is not mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared of my Father. St. Matthew xx. 23.
SIT down and take thy fill of joy
At God's right hand, a bidden guest,
Eat of the bread that cannot waste.
Thou readest all thy Saviour meant,
In sweet reproof on thee was bent.
“Seek ye to sit enthron'd by me?
“ Alas! ye know not what ye ask,
“ This can ye be? and can ye drink
“ The cup that I in tears must steep,
“That o'er me roll so dark and deep ?”
“We can—thine are we, dearest Lord,
“In glory and in agony,
“Only be Thou for ever nigh :"
“ And of my woes baptismal taste :
“For those next me in glory plac'd,
“ I give it not by partial love ;
“ But in my Father's book are writ “What names on earth shall lowliest prove
“ That they in Heaven may highest sit.” Take up the lesson, O my heart;
Thou Lord of meekness, write it there, Thine own meek self to me impart,
Thy lofty hope, thy lowly prayer :
If ever on the mount with Thee
I seem to soar in vision bright,
With thoughts of coming agony &
Stay Thou the too presumptuous flight:
Lead me from Tabor's sunbright steep,
With Thee tow'rd Heaven to walk and weep;
Too happy, on my silent path,
If now and then allow'd, with Thee
Thy secret work of love to see;
Thy welcome call, at last be given-
“Come see thy place prepar'd in Heaven.”
· St. Matthew xvii. 12. “ Likewise shall also the Son of Man suffer of them.” This was just after the transfiguration.
Jesus answered and said unto him, Because I said unto thee, I saw thee under the fig-tree, believest thou? thou shalt see greater things than these. St. John i. 50.
HOLD up thy mirror to the sun,
And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,
Gives back the glory of his rays :
Turn it, and it shall paint as true
The soft green of the vernal earth,
That closest hides its lowly birth.
Our mirror is a blessed book,
Where out from each illumiu'd page
All eyes to dazzle and engage,