Yet shall to him the still small voice, ST. MATTHEW. And after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me: and he left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28. YE hermits blest, ye holy maids, The nearest heaven on earth, The secret love of rural things, The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale: Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd On the wreath'd smoke afar, Then as ye turn'd 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 For lack of leafy screen, And Christian Hope can cheer the eye Then be ye sure that Love can bless Even in this crowded loneliness, Where ever-moving myriads seem to say, Go-thou art nought to us, nor we to thee-away! There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime; Who carry music in their heart 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 As thronging cares afford, In thought to wander, fancy-blest, At once he rose, and left his gold; His treasure and his heart 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, First angel of his Church, first steward of his Grace: d It seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of Levi took place immediately after the healing of the paralytic in the presence of the Pharisees. Nor can ye not delight to think Where He vouchsaf'd to eat, How the Most Holy did not shrink From touch of sinner's meat; What worldly hearts and hearts impure 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 The tide of sun-rise swells, Till tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud And to wise hearts this certain hope is given; "No mist that man may raise, shall hide the To look on clearer Heavens, and scan ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation? Heb. i. 14. YE stars that round the Sun of righteousness With harps for ever strung, ready to bless Ye eagle spirits, that build in light divine, Faint warblers of this earth, that would combine Your amarant wreaths were earn'd; and homeward all, Flush'd with victorious might, |