THE DIVINITY 'YES, write it in the rock,' Saint Bernard said, 'Grave it on brass with adamantine pen! 'Tis God himself becomes apparent, when God's wisdom and God's goodness are display'd, 'For God of these his attributes is made.'— God's wisdom and God's goodness!—Ay, but fools Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore? This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules; 'Tis in the desert, now and heretofore. IMMORTALITY FOIL'D by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say, The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn? No, no! the energy of life may be From strength to strength advancing-only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save. 'Who sins, once wash'd by the baptismal wave.' So spake the fierce Tertullian. But she sigh'd, The infant Church! of love she felt the tide Stream on her from her Lord's yet recent grave. And then she smiled; and in the Catacombs, eye Her head 'mid ignominy, death, and tombs, She her Good Shepherd's hasty image drewAnd on his shoulders, not a lamb, a kid. MONICA'S LAST PRAYER' 'AH could thy grave at home, at Carthage, be!'— Thus Monica, and died in Italy. Yet fervent had her longing been, through all Had been but at the end, to her pure soul Creeds pass, rites change, no altar standeth whole. Yet we her memory, as she pray'd, will keep, Keep by this Life in God, and union there! |