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In sickness--half in sleep--she hears His foot, ere yet that foot is nigh: Wakes with a smile; and scarcely fears, If he but clasp her hand, to die.
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_Mater Filii._
XVII.
Others, the hours of youth gone by, A mother's hearth and home forsake; And, with the need, the filial tie Relaxes, though it does not break.
But Thou wert born to be a Son.
G.o.d's Son in heaven, Thy will was this, To pa.s.s the chain of Sons.h.i.+p on, And bind in one whatever is.
Thou cam'st the _Son_ of Man to be, That so Thy brethren too might bear Adoptive Sons.h.i.+p, and with Thee Thy Sire's eternal kingdom share.
Transcendently the Son Thou art: In this mysterious bond entwine, As in a single, two-celled heart, Thy natures, human and divine.
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_Mater Divinae Gratiae._
XVIII.
"They have no wine." The tender guest Was grieved their feast should lack for aught.
He seemed to slight her mute request: Not less the grace she wished He wrought.
O great in Love! O full of Grace!
That winds in thee, a river broad, From Christ, with heaven-reflecting face, Gladdening the City of thy G.o.d:--
Be this thy gift: that man henceforth No more should creep through life content (Draining the springs impure of earth) With life's material element.
Let sacraments to sense succeed: Let nought be winning, nought be good Which fails of Him to speak, and bleed Once more with His all-cleansing blood!
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_Mater Divinae Gratiae._
XIX.
The gifts a mother showers each day Upon her softly-clamorous brood: The gifts they value but for play,-- The graver gifts of clothes and food,--
Whence come they but from him who sows With harder hand, and reaps, the soil; The merit of his labouring brows, The guerdon of his manly toil?
From Him the Grace: through her it stands Adjusted, meted, and applied; And ever, pa.s.sing through her hands, Enriched it seems, and beautified.
Love's mirror doubles Love's caress: Love's echo to Love's voice is true:-- Their Sire the children love not less Because they clasp a Mother too.
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XX.
When April's sudden sunset cold Through boughs half-clothed with watery sheen Bursts on the high, new-cowslipped wold, And bathes a world half gold half green,
Then shakes the illuminated air With din of birds; the vales far down Grow phosph.o.r.escent here and there; Forth flash the turrets of the town;
Along the sky thin vapours scud; Bright zephyrs curl the choral main; The wild ebullience of the blood Rings joy-bells in the heart and brain:
Yet in that music discords mix; The unbalanced lights like meteors play; And, tired of splendours that perplex, The dazzled spirit sighs for May.
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XXI.
As children when, with heavy tread, Men sad of face, unseen before, Have borne away their mother dead-- So stand the nations thine no more.
From room to room those children roam, Heart-stricken by the unwonted black: Their house no longer seems their home: They search; yet know not what they lack.
Years pa.s.s: Self-Will and Pa.s.sion strike Their roots more deeply day by day; Old servants weep; and "how unlike"
Is all the tender neighbours say.
And yet at moments, like a dream, A mother's image o'er them flits: Like her's their eyes a moment beam; The voice grows soft; the brow unknits.
Such, Mary, are the realms once thine, That know no more thy golden reign.
Hold forth from heaven thy Babe divine!
O make thine orphans thine again!
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