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Yet shall to him the still small voice,
That first into his bosom found
Nearest and dearest ever sound.
And after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me: and he left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28.
YE hermits blest, ye holy maids,
The nearest heaven on earth,
Free from rude care and mirth;
The secret love of rural things,
Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd
On the wreath'd smoke afar,
Hung hiding sun and star,
To the green earth and open sky,
But Love's a flower that will not die
For lack of leafy screen,
That ne'er saw vernal green;
Even in this crowded loneliness,
There are in this loud stunning tide
Of human care and crime,
Of th' everlasting chime;
Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
How sweet to them, in such brief rest
As thronging cares afford,
To where their gracious Lord,
Spake, and was heard by fell disease d-
At once he rose, and left his gold;
His treasure and his heart
Earth and her idols part;
Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour
d It seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of Levi took place immediately after the healing of the paralytic in the presence of the Pharisees.
Nor can ye not delight to think e.
Where He vouchsaf'd to eat,
From touch of sinner's meat ;
Went with him through the rich man's door, That we might learn of Him lost souls to love, And view his least and worst with hope to meet above.
These gracious lines shed Gospel light
On Mammon's gloomiest cells,
The tide of sun-rise swells,
Are mantled with a golden cloud, And to wise hearts this certain hope is given ; “ No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of
And oh! if even on Babel shine
Such gleams of Paradise,
Who day by day arise
e St. Matthew ix, 10.
To look on clearer Heavens, and scan
The work of God untouch'd by man?
ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS.
Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation ? Heb. i. 14.
YE stars that round the Sun of righteousness
In glorious order roll,
God for each rescued soul,
Oh think of us to-day,
Your amarant wreaths were earn’d; and homeward all,
Flush'd with victorious might,