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He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright,
Glancing around his prison room — But 't is a gleam of heavenly light
That fills up all the ample gloom.
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?
Which o’er thy Saviour past ?
Thou couldst: such aid his Spirit lent!
The scornful look, the taunting word,
* The Greater.
The angry council's stern decree,
And last the fatal sword:
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,
The secrets of the unseen world:
Of that dark veil unfurled ;
Should seem that thou wert there to see, 0 James, O son of Zebedee,
And he, the favored of your Lord, Martyr with thee at least in will ; Together throned on God's high hill
Beside your King adored.
For not in vain his word was given
For him and for his Gospel known,
Nor vain the word, that whosoe'er
To houses, parents, children, wife;
SAINT BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY.
COLLECT. O Almighty and everlasting God, who didst give to thine apostle Bartholomew grace truly to believe and to preach thy word; grant, we beseech thee, unto thy Church to love that word which he believed, and both to preach and receive the same, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
• Behold, in whom no guile I find,
An Israelite indeed!”
Did Israel's sovereign read.
A guileless heart! what fairer scene
In all this world below,
Or God's creation show?
Fair are the snow-wreaths, that infold
Yon Alpine mountain's head ;
Clear o'er its pebbly bed ;