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Joy to the faithful Three renew'd,
So is it still: to holy tears,
MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK.
Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons ; but in every nation he that feareth him and worketh righteousness is accepted with him. Acts x. 34, 35.
and watch the new-born rill
With a bright emerald thread.
Canst thou her bold career foretel,
Her freshening billows send ?
Perchance that little brook shall flow
With monarchs at their helm.
Or canst thou guess, how far away
Mid reeds and mountain fern,
Nurses her store, with thine to blend
many a moor and glen are past, Then in the wide sea end
Their spotless lives at last ?
Even so, the course of prayer who knows? It springs in silence where it will, Springs out of sight, and flows
At first a lonely rill:
But streams shall meet it by and by From thousand sympathetic hearts, Together swelling high
Their chant of many parts.
Unheard by all but angel ears
Would help a world undone.
The while upon his terrac'd roof
For heavenly vision soar'd.
Far o'er the glowing western main
The burnish'd water blaz’d.
The saint beside the ocean pray'd,
Seem'd sacred in that hour.
To each unknown his brother's prayer, Yet brethren true in dearest love Were they-and now they share
Fraternal joys above.
There daily through Christ's open gate They see the Gentile spirits press, Brightening their high estate
With dearer happiness.
What civic wreath for comrades sav'd Shone ever with such deathless gleam, Or when did perils brav'd
So sweet to veterans seem ?
TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK.
And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy, and did run to bring His disciples word. St. Matthew xxviii. 8.
TO THE SNOW-DROP.
THOU first-born of the year's delight,
Pride of the dewy glade,
Thy vestal robes, array’d;
'Tis not because thy drooping form
Sinks graceful on its nest,
Affright their tender breast;
Nor for yon river islet wild
Beneath the willow spray,
Thou weav'st thy circle gay;