She, haply, fondly deems That she would bear His pains, Of all our guilty stains ; His dying head she sees Him bow, To Father, and to Son, As hath been aye of yore; To Spirit, ever one, Be praise for evermore : In whom our souls, all newly born, AT MIDNIGHT. They shall look upon Me, and they shall mourn as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for Him, as one that is in bitterness for his first-born-ZECH. xii. "Plagis Magistri saucia." SAD Mary feels in her own breast Her Master's bleeding wounds; Love stronger burns by griefs opprest, No raging crowds her spirit meek, 'Mid soldiers fierce she dares to seek Ah, Mary, thou dost little know He whom thou lovest thee shall claim, O might I touch Thy sacred feet, Adoring, cling to Thee ! Nay, raise thy thoughts to joys more meet, For immortality. The promises are fully wrought, First of Apostles thou, Sent to Apostles, by thee taught The tidings glad to know. All love and glory be to Thee, AT THE MATTINS. I love them that love Me, and those that seek Me early shall find Me.-PROV. viii. "Maria sacro saucia vulnere." WHY for thy Lord dost thou thus weep and mourn, Like one half-broken-hearted and forlorn; No need for Him that thou shouldst mourn and weep, No need with tears an empty shroud to steep. He, whom thou seekest in the murky tomb, See wide the rocks ope the sepulchral door. Why bringst thou myrrh and spices, offerings meet For livid corpses in their winding sheet? Meet to return to His paternal sky. Thy tears proclaim the greatness of thy love, 'Tis thine own name! He speaks-thy God and Lord. Now go, first witness and first messenger, And teach the Twelve that Christ Himself is nigh, All love, and praise, and majesty be Thine, ST. PETER IN PRISON. AT THE VESPERS. I have made thee this day a defenced city, and an iron pillar, and brazen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land. And they shall fight against thee: but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the Lord, to deliver thee.-JER. i. "Qui Christiano gloriantur nomine." No brazen fetters have the captive bound, Of sentry watching by the bolted cell; He in his chains hath truer freedom found. 'Mid purer heav'ns his unchain'd spirit doth stray, The ponderous iron is by love made light, And the clear ray Breaks in the prison-house of gloomy night |