Lo! there 'tis thine still on to move Where ear, and eye, and soul of men For of that love how vast the sum! That Deity Forgetful of itself should be, And down to earth an exile come, 'Tis thine Heaven's deepest rites to tell To seers divining; Thou op'st the light in darkness shining: Thou searchest life's o'er-flowing well, And heaven-born light's primæval cell. All praise to God on high we sing, To Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One. Lo! this the stedfast creed we bring Drawn from high Heaven's eternal spring. AT THE VESPERS. Jesus answered and said, Are ye able to drink of the cup that I shall drink of? They say unto him, We are able. And He saith unto them, Ye shall indeed drink of My cup.-ST. MATT. XX. "Sit qui rite canat te modo virginem." Он, for a saint like thee, To sing thy virgin purity! Sing thee Apostle, and unroll Thy heaven-taught truth's far-beaming scroll, For thou, for thou didst view There, as in death He hung, His mantle soft on Thee He flung Of filial love, and nam'd thee son, ; Could holier charge be given? And when His voice was fled, His lingering look on thee He shed; Thee, His belov❜d disciple, taught His dying eye's mysterious thought. When from that blood-stain'd Mercy-throne To all the world His glory shone. Friend of thy Lord, be mine My faltering step to match with thine; Where love led on thy dauntless soul; Glory to Father, Son, And Spirit-Eternal Three in One. Drawn from high Heaven's eternal spring. THE INNOCENTS' DAY. AT MIDNIGHT. Suffer little children to come unto Me; for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.-MATT. XIX. "Salvete flores martyrum." LITTLE flowers of martyrdom, Whom the ruthless sword hath torn, On the threshold of the morn, Rosebuds by the whirlwind shorn! All regardless of their doom, 'Neath the altar where they lay, Tyrant, what avails their tomb? |