ANOTHER. Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids, To whom some viewless teacher brings The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, Say, when in pity ye have gazed On the wreathed smoke afar, That o'er some town, like mist upraised, Hung, hiding sun and star, Then, as ye turned your weary eye To the green earth and open sky, Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel? But Love's a flower that will not die And Christian Hope can cheer the eye Then be ye sure that Love can bless Where ever-moving myriads seem to say There are in this loud stirring tide Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat. How sweet to them, in such brief rest But not in vain, beside yon breezy lake, At once he rose, and left his gold; Transferred, where he shall safe behold Earth and her idols part; While he beside his endless store Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour Of Christ's true riches o'er all time and space, Nor can ye not delight to think What worldly hearts and hearts impure Went with him through the rich man's door; That we might learn of him lost souls to love, And view his least and worst with hope to meet above. These gracious lines shed gospel light On Mammon's gloomiest cells, As on some city's cheerless night Till tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud And to wise hearts this certain hope is given, And oh! if even on Babel shine Should not their peace be peace divine, Who day by day arise To look on clearer heavens, and scan The work of God untouched by man? KEBLE. SAINT SIMON AND SAINT JUDE'S DAY. OCTOBER 28. COLLECT. O Almighty God, who hast built thy Church upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ himself being the head corner stone; grant us so to be joined together in unity of spirit by their doctrine, that we may be made a holy temple acceptable unto thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. HYMN. As at the first, by two and two So evermore he deems his name He loves when age and youth are met, Their high and low in concord set For sacred song, joy's golden mean. He loves when some clear soaring mind Is drawn by mutual piety Who in life's shadiest covert lie. Or if perchance a saddened heart Thy gracious care will send that way Cheerful as soaring lark, and mild Bright through a whole December day. These are the tones to brace and cheer When nights are dark, and foemen near, When visions fade, and hearts grow cold. How timely then a comrade's song KEBLE. |