HYMN IV. THE ELEVEN. THE Lord is ascending! See, angels, archangels, We see him no more! The Master is taken; The Master is taken; But the joy of his presence Remaineth behind! Our hearts burned within us To hear but the word Which he spake, ere our spirits Acknowledged the Lord! The Lord hath ascended! Our hope is secure, We trusted not lightly, The Lord hath ascended; THE POOR CHILD'S HYMN We are poor and lowly born; Labor is our heritage, Care and want beside. What of this? our blessed Lord Was of lowly birth, And poor, toiling fishermen Were his friends on earth! We are ignorant and young; Simple children all; Gifted with but humble powers, And of learning small. What of this? our blessed Lord Loved such as we; How he blessed the little ones Sitting on his knee! THE OLD FRIEND AND THE NEW My old friend, he was a good old friend, I found him unlike the one I had lost! I and my friend, we were bred together: I could sit with him and crack many a joke, For my old friend would not have slighted me! Oh my fine new friend, he is smooth and bland, With a jeweled ring or two on his hand; He visits my lord and my lady fair; He hums the last new opera air. He takes not the children on his knee; My faithful hound reproacheth me, For he snarls when my new friend draweth near, But my good old friend to the brute was dear!] I wonder how I such a thing could do, As change the old friend for the new! My rare old friend, he read the plays, My new friend thinks them coarse and rude And many a pleasant song he sung, Because they were made when we were young; The merry old songs made long ago. It was cracked by my new friend's riding-cane! My good old friend, "he tirled at the pin," As he took at the fire his 'customed place, My new friend cometh in lordly state; I make him a feast that costeth dear But he knows not what in my heart lies deep; That I changed the old friend for the new! |