And, while with all a mother's love The Lamb, still swimming round and round, Made answer to that plaintive sound. When he had learnt what thing it was, Both gladly now deferred their task; He drew it gently from the pool, Into their arms the Lamb they took, Said they, "He's neither maimed nor scarred." Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade. Harfle To H. C. SIX YEARS OLD. O THOU! whose fancies from afar are brought; Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, And fittest to unutterable thought The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol; In such clear water, that thy Boat To brood on air than on an earthly stream; Where earth and heaven do make one imagery; O blessed Vision! happy Child! That art so exquisitely wild, I think of thee with many fears For what may be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality; And Grief, uneasy Lover! never rest But when she sate within the touch of thee. O too industrious folly! O vain and causeless melancholy! Nature will either end thee quite; Or, lengthening out thy season of delight, A young Lamb's heart among the full-grown flock. Or the injuries of to-morrow? Thou art a Dew-drop, which the morn brings forth, Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks; Or to be trailed along the soiling earth; A gem that glitters while it lives, But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife (This extract is reprinted from "THE FRIEND."} WISDOM and Spirit of the Universe "T was mine among the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long. And in the frosty season, when the sun It was indeed for all of us; for me It was a time of rapture! - Clear and loud The village clock tolled six-I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate, imitative of the Chase And woodland pleasures, the rescunding horn, The Pack loud-bellowing, and the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Na seldom from the uproar I retired Ganced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, Ige, that, flying still before me, gleamed Yet at this impressive season, Words which tenderness can speak From the truths of homely reason, Might exalt the loveliest cheek; And, while shades to shades succeeding, I would urge this moral pleading, SUMMER ebbs;-each day that follows He who governs the creation, In His providence, assigned Such a gradual declination To the life of human kind. Yet we mark it not;—fruits redden, Be thou wiser, youthful Maiden! Now, even now, ere wrapped in slumber, That absorbs time, space, and number; Follow thou the flowing River On whose breast are thither borne Through the year's successive portals; Thus when Thou with Time hast travelled Think, if thou on beauty leanest, Duty, like a strict preceptor, Sometimes frowns, or seems to frown; Choose her thistle for thy sceptre, While thy brow youth's roses crown. And, while around it storm as fierce seemed troubling Strong as an eagle with my charge I glided round and earth and air, round I saw, within, the Norman boy kneeling alone in prayer. The wide-spread boughs, for view of door, window, and stair that wound The child, as if the thunder's voice spake with articu- Gracefully up the gnarled trunk; nor left we unsurveyed late call, The pointed steeple peering forth from the centre of the shade. Bowed meekly in submissive fear, before the Lord of All; His lips were moving; and his eyes, upraised to sue for grace, I lighted-opened with soft touch the chapel's iron door, With soft illumination cheered the dimness of that place. Past softly leading in the boy; and, while from roof to How beautiful is holiness!-what wonder if the sight, Almost as vivid as a dream, produced a dream at night? came with sleep and showed the boy, no cherub, not transformed, Bet the poor ragged thing whose ways my human heart had warmed. floor From floor to roof all round his eyes the child with wonder cast, Pleasure on pleasure crowded in, each livelier than the last. For, deftly framed within the trunk, the sanctuary showed, Me had the dream equipped with wings, so I took him By light of lamp and precious stones, that glimmered in my arms, Aadited from the grassy floor, stilling his faint alarms, to pay, By giving him for both our sakes, an hour of holiday. I whispered, Yet a little while, dear child! thou art my own, To show thee some delightful thing, in country or in town. What shall it be? a mirthful throng? or that holy place and calm & Denis, filled with royal tombs, or the Church of Notre Dame? • St. Ouen's golden Shrine? Or choose what else would please thee most Of any wonder Normandy, or all proud France, can boast!" •Vr mother," said the boy, "was born near to a blessed tree, The Chapel Oak of Allonville; good Angel, show it me!" Os wings, from broad and steadfast poise let loose by "Then offer up thy heart to God in thankfulness and this reply, praise, busy days; For Allonville, o'er down and dale, away then did Give to Him prayers, and many thoughts, in thy most we fly; Ger town and tower we flew, and fields in May's fresh And in His sight the fragile cross, on thy small hut. verdure drest; will be The wings they did not flag; the child, though grave, Holy as that which long hath crowned the chapel of was not deprest. this tree; But who shall show, to waking sense, the gleam of light "Holy as that far seen which crowns the sumptuous Church in Rome that broke Farth from his eyes, when first the boy looked down on Where thousands meet to worship God under a mighty that huge oak, dome; For length of days so much revered, so famous where He sees the bending multitude, he hears the choral it stands rites, Fa twofold hallowing-Nature's care, and work of Yet not the less, in children's hymns and lonely prayer, buman hands? delights. |