SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. There is much need; for not as yet Are we in shelter or repose, The holy house is still beset With leaguer of stern foes; Wild thoughts within, bad men without, Then draw we nearer day by day, Each to his brethren, all to God; Not wondering, though in grief, to find 173 THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth. St. Luke xv. 10. O HATEFUL spell of Sin! when friends are nigh, To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought, And raise accusing shades of hours gone by, To come between us and all kindly thought! Chill'd at her touch, the self-reproaching soul In vain the averted cheek in loneliest dell Our heart's sad secret to the silent air. Nor is the dream untrue; for all around The heavens are watching with their thousand eyes, We cannot pass our guardian angel's bound, Resign'd or sullen, he will hear our sighs. THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. He in the mazes of the budding wood 175 Is near, and mourns to see our thankless glance Dwell coldly, where the fresh green earth is strew'd With the first flowers that lead the vernal dance. In wasteful bounty shower'd, they smile unseen, If such there be, O grief and shame to think Of endless life, yet wrapt in earth's annoy! O turn, and be thou turn'd! the selfish tear, The turbid waters brightening as they run. Let it flow on, till all thine earthly heart Then fearless turn where Heaven hath set thy part, O lost and found! all gentle souls below Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove Such joy o'er thee, as raptur'd seraphs know, Who learn their lesson at the Throne of Love. FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. For the earnest expectation of the creature waiteth for the manifestation of the sons of God. For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same in hope, because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. Romans viii. 19-22. It was not then a poet's dream, Such as beneath the moon's soft gleam Which bids us see in heaven and earth, Which bids us hear, at each sweet pause From care and want and toil, When dewy eve her curtain draws Over the day's turmoil, FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. In the low chant of wakeful birds, In the deep weltering flood, In whispering leaves, these solemn words"God made us all for good." All true, all faultless, all in tune, Creation's wondrous choir, Open'd in mystic unison To last till time expire. And still it lasts: by day and night, Man only mars the sweet accord, Sin is with man at morning break, But when eve's silent foot-fall steals Along the eastern sky, And one by one to earth reveals Those purer fires on high, да 177 |