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The prayer is heard - else why so deep
He loves and is beloved again
Can his soul choose but be at rest? Sorrow hath fled away, and Pain
Dares not invade the guarded nest.
He dearly loves, and not alone:
For his winged thoughts are soaring high Where never yet frail heart was known To breathe in vain affection's sigh.
He loves and weeps - but more than tears Have sealed thy welcome and his loveOne look lives in him, and endears
Crosses and wrongs where'er he rove:
That gracious chiding look, Thy call
Which else were rued too bitterly.
Even through the veil of sleep it shines,
And spares awhile his blissful trance.
Or haply to his native lake
His vision wafts him back, to talk With JESUS, ere his flight he take,
As in that solemn evening walk,
When to the bosom of his friend,
The Shepherd, He whose name is Good, Did His dear lambs and sheep commend,
Both bought and nourished with His blood:
Then laid on him the inverted tree,
Which firm embraced with heart and arm, Might cast o'er hope and memory, O'er life and death, its awful charm.
With brightening heart he bears it on,
He seems, as by the door he waits,
The unexpressive notes to hear
Like waves in Joy's unbounded ocean.
His dream is changed-the Tyrant's voice
Not Herod but an Angel leads.
He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,
The flame, that in a few short years
Deep through the chambers of the dead Shall pierce, and dry the fount of tears, Is waving o'er his dungeon-bed.
Touched he upstarts—his chains unbind Through darksome vault, up massy stair, His dizzy, doubting footsteps wind
To freedom and cool moonlight air.
Then all himself, all joy and calm,
Though for a while his hand forego, Just as it touched, the martyr's palm, He turns him to his task below;
The pastoral staff, the keys of heaven,
To wield awhile in grey-haired might, Then from his cross to spring forgiven, And follow JESUS out of sight.
SAINT JAMES'S DAY.
COLLECT. Grant, O merciful God, that as thine holy apostle Saint James, leaving his father and all that he had, without delay was obedient unto the calling of thy Son Jesus Christ, and followed him; so we, forsaking all worldly and carnal affections, may be evermore ready to follow thy holy commandments, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
And couldst thou, JAMES, to win the meed
Thy Saviour's cup of sorrow taste?
Thou couldst: such aid his Spirit lent!
The angry council's stern decree,
These came in turn; and then thy death! O thou, to wear a martyr's wreath
The first of all thy brotherhood! First of thy Saviour's chosen train, Like him the cup of woe to drain,
Like him baptized in blood!
We dare not rend the veil aside,
Should seem that thou wert there to see,
And he, the favored of your Lord,
For not in vain his word was given
Throned by Messiah's throne,