In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, Day after day we think what she is doing Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, Not as a child shall we again behold her; In our embraces we again enfold her, But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, And beautiful with all the soul's expansion And though at times impetuous with emotion The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way. HYMN FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION 'HRIST to the young man said: 'Yet one thing CH more: If thou wouldst perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, And come and follow Me!' HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 35 35 ithin this temple Christ again, unseen, d His invisible hands to-day have been d evermore beside him on his way at he may lean upon His arm and say, holy trust! O endless sense of rest! o lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, NATURE S a fond mother, when the day is o'er, As Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wished to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE IS it so far from thee Thou canst no longer see, In the Chamber over the Gate, Weeping and wailing sore Is it so long ago That cry of human woe There is no far nor near, There is neither there nor here, To that cry of human woe, From the ages that are past Over seas that wreck and drown, Somewhere at every hour O Absalom, my son! He goes forth from the door, The light goes out in our hearts; O Absalom, my son! That 'tis a common grief THO Sarah Elizabeth Miles LOOKING UNTO JESUS HOU who didst stoop below Wearing the form of frail mortality; Thy blessed labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high. Our eyes behold Thee not, Those who have placed their hope, their trust in Thee; Before Thy Father's face Thou hast prepared a place, That where Thou art, there they may also be. It was no path of flowers, Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread? O Thou, who art our life, Be with us through the strife ; Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed: Raise Thou our eyes above, To see a Father's love Beam, like the bow of promise, thro' the cloud. And O, if thoughts of gloom That light of love our guiding star shall be: The shadowy path to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to Thee. Nathaniel Parker Willis DEDICATION HYMN Tap first temple-built by God; His fiat laid the corner-stone, He hung its starry roof on high- He spread its pavement green and bright, The mountains in their places stood- Lord! 'tis not ours to make the sea Ray Palmer FAITH 'Behold the Lamb of God.'-John i. 29. MYThou Lamb of Calvary Y faith looks up to Thee, Saviour divine : |