Who taught thy pure and even breath Though in our frail embrace? O tender gem, and full of Heaven! See we our God so nigh. Sweet one, make haste and know Him too, Thine own adopting Father love, That like thine earliest dew Thy dying sweets may prove. CATECHISM. OH say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain, That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain. Dim or unheard, the words may fall, May learn the sacred air, and all Was not our Lord a little child, Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild And lov'd He not of Heaven to talk With children in His sight, To meet them in His daily walk, And to His arms invite? What though around His throne of fire The everlasting chant Be wafted from the seraph choir Yet stoops He, ever pleas'd to mark Yet is He near us, to survey These bright and order'd files, Like spring-flowers in their best array, All silence and all smiles, Save that each little voice in turn Some glorious truth proclaims, What sages would have died to learn, And if some tones be false or low, What are all prayers beneath But cries of babes, that cannot know Half the deep thought they breathe? In His own words we Christ adore, Higher above our meaning soar And Than we o'er children weak: yet His words mean more than they, Why should we think, He turns away CONFIRMATION. THE shadow of th' Almighty's cloud Calm on the tents of Israel lay, While drooping paus'd twelve banners proud, Till He arise and lead the way. Then to the desert breeze unroll'd Lion or eagle each bright fold A loadstar to a warrior's eye. So should thy champions, ere the strife, Steady and pure as stars that beam And soft as pure, and warm as bright, Spirit of might and sweetness too! Now leading on the wars of God, Now to green isles of shade and dew Turning the waste thy people trod ; Draw, Holy Ghost, thy seven-fold veil Between us and the fires of youth; Breathe, Holy Ghost, thy freshening gale, Our fever'd brow in age to soothe. |