Even from the tree he deign'd to bow

For her his agonized brow,

Her, his sole earthly care.

Ave Maria! blessed Maid!

Lily of Eden's fragrant shade,

Who can express the love

That nurtur'd thee so pure and sweet, Making thy heart a shelter meet

For Jesus' holy Dove?

Ave Maria! Mother blest,

To whom caressing and caress'd,
Clings the Eternal Child;

Favour'd beyond Archangels' dream,
When first on thee with tenderest gleam

Thy new-born Saviour smil'd:

Ave Maria! Thou whose name

All but adoring love may claim,

Yet may we reach thy shrine;

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For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows
To crown all lowly lofty brows

With love and joy like thine.

Bless'd is the womb that bare Him-bless'd"

The bosom where his lips were press'd,

But rather bless'd are they

Who hear his word and keep it well,

The living homes where Christ shall dwell,
And never pass away.

ST. MARK'S DAY.

And the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed asunder the one from the other. Acts xv. 39.

Compare 2 Timothy iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee, for he is profitable to me for the ministry.

OH! who shall dare in this frail scene

On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,

On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?

Since not Apostles' hands can clasp

Each other in so firm a grasp,

But they shall change and variance prove.

h St. Luke xi. 27, 28.

Yet deem not, on such parting sad

Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad :
Divided in their earthly race,

Together at the glorious goal,

Each leading many a rescu'd soul,

The faithful champions shall embrace.

For even as those mysterious Four,
Who the bright whirling wheels upbore
By Chebar in the fiery blast',

So, on their tasks of love and praise
The saints of God their several ways

Right onward speed, yet join at last.

And sometimes even beneath the moon
The Saviour gives a gracious boon,

When reconciled Christians meet,
And face to face, and heart to heart,
High thoughts of holy love impart

In silence meek, or converse sweet.

Companion of the Saints! 'twas thine
To taste that drop of peace divine,

1 Ezekiel i. 9. They turned not when they went-they went every one straight forward.

When the great soldier of thy Lord
Call'd thee to take his last farewell,
Teaching the Church with joy to tell

The story of your love restor❜'d.

O then the glory and the bliss,

When all that pain'd or seem'd amiss

Shall melt with earth and sin away!

When saints beneath their Saviour's eye,
Fill'd with each other's company,

Shall spend in love th' eternal day!

ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES.

Let the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted: but the rich, in that he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10.

DEAR is the morning gale of spring,

And dear th' autumnal eve;

But few delights can summer bring

A Poet's crown to weave.

Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry,

And ever Fancy's wing

Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky, To autumn or to spring.

Sweet is the infant's waking smile,

And sweet the old man's rest

But middle age by no fond wile,
No soothing calm is blest.

Still in the world's hot restless gleam
She plies her weary task,

While vainly for some pleasant dream
Her wandering glances ask.-

O shame upon thee, listless heart,
So sad a sigh to heave,

As if thy SAVIOUR had no part

In thoughts, that make thee grieve.

As if along His lonesome way

He had not borne for thee

Sad languors through the summer day,

Storms on the wintry sea.