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Weeping she stays till He appear-
All joy to souls that can rejoice
Joy too to those, who love to talk
In secret how He died,
Nor see Him at their side;
way, Half darkling, till their Master shed His glory on their souls, made known in breaking
Thus, ever brighter and more bright,
On those he came to save
Dawn'd gradual from the grave:
The Church in anxious musing sate,
Then, gliding through th' unopening door,
Smooth without step or sound,
They own him, kneeling round.
Successive made His witnesses that hour,
Is there, on earth, a spirit frail,
Who fears to take their word,
To think he sees the Lord ?
Read and confess the hand divine
For all thy rankling doubts so sore,
Love thou thy Saviour still,
And ever do His will.
Soon will He shew thee all His wounds, and say “ Long have I known thy name'-know thou my face
THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL.
And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord ? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. Acts ix. 4, 5.
THE midday sun, with fiercest glare,
Along the level sand
To greet yon wearied band.
The leader of that martial crew
e In Exodus xxxiii. 17. God says to Moses, “ I know thee by name ;" meaning, “ I bear especial favour towards thee.” Thus our Saviour speaks to St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to.
So steadily he speeds,
Nor talk nor landscape heeds.
What sudden blaze is round him pour’d,
In one rich glory shone ?
Voice heard by him alone.
For to the rest both words and form
While Saul, in wakeful trance,
With keen yet pitying glance :
And hears the meek upbraiding call
As if th’ Almighty Son
Nor his great power begun.
“ Ah wherefore persecut'st thou me ?"
His strain'd eye from the sight:
" Who art thou, Lord ?” he falters forth :So shall Sin ask of heaven and earth
At the last awful day. “ When did we see thee suffering nigh', “ And pass’d thee with unheeding eye ?
“ Great God of judgment, say !"
Ah! little dream our listless eyes
While, in our noon of life,
Christ suffers in our strife.
And though heaven gate long since have clos'd, And our dear Lord in bliss repos'd
f St. Matthew xxv. 44.