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Where'er the Lord is, there are they ;
In every heart that gives them room, They light His altar every day,
Zeal to inflame, and vice consume.
Soft as the plumes of Jesus' Dove
Nay, blessed Spirit! but by Thee The Church's prayer finds wings to soar,
The Church's hope finds eyes to see.
Then, fainting soul, arise and sing ;
for Heaven is won by prayer,
Take it on trust a little while ;
Soon shalt thou read the mystery right
In the full sunshine of His smile.
Or if thou yet more knowledge crave,
The Dove must settle on the Cross,
With Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss.
FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.
And the Lord was very angry with Aaron to have destroyed him: and I prayed for Aaron also the same time. Deut. ix. 20.
Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;
The Conqueror now
His bonds hath riven,
Yet hath not man his lesson learn'd,
Deep is the silence as of summer noon,
When a soft shower
Will trickle soon,
So let thy turtle dove's sad call arise
In doubt and fear
Through darkening skies,
Where on the house top“, all night long,
Teach her to know and love her hour of
prayer, And evermore,
As faith grows rare,
In holier love and humbler vows,
Not as at first, but with intenser cry,
Upon the mount
She now must lie,
Of her rebellious race be won,
a Psalm cii. 7.
b Deut. ix. 25. I fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell down at the first.
But chiefly (for she knows thee anger'd worst
By holiest things
Profan'd and curst) Chiefly for Aaron's seed she spreads her wings, If but one leaf she
from Thee Win of the reconciling tree.
For what shall heal, when holy water banes ?
Or who may guide
O'er desert plains
If Aaron's hand unshrinking mould
Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep
Her boding sigh,
As, while men sleep,
To muse upon some darling child
Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight
Is fain to dwell-
c Exodus xxxii, 4.