Take them, O Grave! and let them lie Take them, O great Eternity! HYMN. FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION. CHRIST to the young man said: "Yet one thing more; Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, Within this temple Christ again, unseen, And evermore beside him on his way That he may lean upon his arm and say, "Dost thou, dear Lord, approve ?" Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, Beside him in the dark Gethsemane O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLE. FROM THE GASCON OF JASMIN. Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland might Let me attempt it with an English quill; I. Ar the foot of the mountain height When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve: 66 The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, So fair a bride shall leave her home! Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay, This old Te Deum, rustic rites attending, Of rosy village girls, clean as the eye, Each one with her attendant swain, 66 'The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, So fair a bride shall leave her home! Should blossom and bloom with garlands gay, So fair a bride shall pass to-day!" It is Baptiste, and his affianced maiden, The sky was blue; without one cloud of gloom, When one beholds the dusky hedges blossom, That touch with tenderness the trembling bosom, Gaily frolicking, A band of youngsters Caressing, With fingers pressing, Till in the veriest Madness of mirth, as they dance, They retreat and advance, Trying whose laugh shall be loudest and merriest; While the bride, with roguish eyes, Sporting with them, now escapes and cries: "Those who catch me Married verily This year shall be !” And all pursue with eager haste, Meanwhile, whence comes it that among What lovers! they give not a single caress! These are grand people, one would say. |