"Give to Casar-and to God."-MARK Xii. 17. Nor hath God a thinner 1 share, On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness. THAT on her lap she casts her humble eye, 'Tis the sweet pride of her humility. The fair star 2 is well fix'd, for where, O, where, Could she have fix'd it on a fairer sphere? 'Tis Heaven, 'tis Heaven she sees, Heaven's God there lies; She can see Heaven, and ne'er lift up her eyes. This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given : 'Twas once look up, 'tis now look down to Heaven. "I am ready not only to be bound but to die.". COME death, come bonds, nor do you shrink, my ears, "I am the Door." AND now thou'rt set wide ope, the spear's sad art,3 Lo! hath unlock'd Thee at the very heart: 1 Smaller, lesser. 3 The spear that pierced Him. 2 Stella Maris. He to himself (I fear the worst) Hath shut these doors of Heaven, that durst To the infant Martyrs. Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break, Be your delay; The place that calls you hence is, at the worst, Upon the infant Martyrs. To see both blended in one flood, The mother's milk, the children's blood, Upon our Lord's last comfortable discourse with ALL Hybla's honey, all that sweetness can Upon the dumb devil cast out, and the slanderous Two devils at one blow Thou hast laid flat, That th' one spake, or that th' other held his peace? The dumb healed, and the people enjoined silence. CHRIST bids the dumb tongue speak; it speaks, the sound He charges to be quiet; it runs round. If in the first He used His finger's touch, His hand's whole strength here could not be too much. "She began to wash His feet with tears, and wipe them with the hairs of her head."-LUKE vii. 38. HER eyes' flood licks His feet's fair stain, Her hair's flame 1 licks up that again; This flame thus quench'd hath brighter beams: This flood thus stainèd fairer streams. "And a certain priest coming that way looked on him and passed by."-LUKE X. 31. WHY dost thou wound my wounds, O thou that passest by, Handling and turning them with an unwounded eye? The calm that cools thine eye does shipwreck mine, for O, Unmoved to see one wretched, is to make him so. WELCOME, my grief, my joy; how dear's To me my legacy of tears! 1 The golden hair of the Magdalene, which is often represented too as of flame-colour. I'll weep, and weep, and will therefore Weep, 'cause I can weep no more: Thou, Thou (dear Lord) even Thou alone, "Ye build the sepulchres of the prophets." THOU trimm'st a Prophet's tomb, and dost bequeath On the baptized Ethiopian.—ACTs viii. 27-38. LET it no longer be a forlorn-hope To wash an Ethiop; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade For his white soul is made: And now, I doubt not, the Eternal Dove A black-faced house 1 will love. “But men loved darkness rather than light.”. THE World's Light shines; shine as it will, 1 1 Cor. vi. 19. On St. Peter cutting off Malchus' ear. WELL, Peter, dost thou wield thy active sword; To Pontius washing his hands. THY hands are washed, but O, the water's spilt, To Pontius washing his blood-stained hands. That thou need'st heap She was a nymph, the meadows knew none such, ; Leave, leave, for shame, or else, good judge, decree What water shall wash this, when this hath washèd thee. 1 The water. |