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But we mould thee for the root
Of man's promised healing fruit,
And we mould thee hence to rise

As our brother to the skies.

d.

LVIII.

"They glorified God in me."

I SAW thee once, and nought discerned
For stranger to admire ;

A serious aspect, but it burned
With no unearthly fire.

Again I saw, and I confessed

Thy speech was rare and high;
And yet it vexed my burdened breast,
And scared, I knew not why.

I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed
On face, and form, and air;

God's living glory round thee blazed

A Saint-a Saint was there!

d.

LIX.

I fear, lest, when I come, I shall not find you such as I would, and that I shall be found unto you such as ye would not.

I DREAMED that, with a passionate complaint,
I wished me born amid God's deeds of might;
And envied those who saw the presence bright
Of gifted Prophet and strong-hearted saint,
Whom my heart loves, and fancy strives to paint.

I turned, when straight a stranger met my sight,
Came as my guest, and did a while unite
His lot with mine, and lived without restraint.
Courteous he was and grave,-so meek in mien,
It seemed untrue, or told a purpose weak;
Yet in the mood, he could with aptness speak,
Or with stern force, or show of feelings keen,
Marking deep craft, methought, or hidden pride:
Then came a voice-"St. Paul is at thy side!"

LIGHTING OF LAMPS.

LX.

"And Aaron shall burn thereon sweet incense every morning : when he dresseth the lamps he shall burn incense upon it. And when Aaron lighteth the lamps at even, he shall burn incense upon it; a perpetual incense before the Lord, throughout your generations."

Now the stars are lit in heaven,

We must light our lamps on earth:
Every star a signal given

From the God of our new birth :

Every lamp an answer faint,

Like the prayer of mortal Saint.

Mark the hour and turn this way,
Sons of Israel, far and near!
Wearied with the world's dim day,
Turn to Him whose eyes are here,

Open, watching day and night,
Beaming unapproached light!

With sweet oil-drops in His hour
Feed the branch of many lights,
Token of protecting power,

Pledg'd to faithful Israelites,
Emblem of th' anointed Home,
When the glory deigns to come.

Watchers of the sacred flame,
Sons of Aaron! serve in fear,-
Deadly is th' Avenger's aim,

Should th' unhallowed enter here;
Keen His fires, should recreants dare
Breathe the pure and fragrant air.

There is One will bless your toil-
He who comes in Heaven's attire,

Morn by morn, with holy oil;

Eve by eve, with holy fire!

Pray!-your prayer will be allowed,
Mingling with His incense cloud!

y.

LXI.

"Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the Light of the world: he that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life."

FULL many an eve, and many a morn,
The holy Lamps have blazed and died;
The floor by knees of sinners worn,
The mystic Altar's golden horn,

Age after age have witness borne

To faith that on a lingering Saviour cried.

"At evening time there shall be light"— 'Twas said of old-'tis wrought to-day : Now, with the stoled Priest in sight, The perfumed embers quivering bright, Ere yet the ceiling's spangled height The glory catch of the new-kindled ray!