THE VILLAGE PARSON. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all : And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distress'd; THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER. Pentecost, day of rejoicing had come. Tipped with a vane of metal, glanced the flames of the spring-sun. with roses, Stood in holiday dress in the fields; and the wind and the brooklet Murmured gladness and peace-God's peace! With lips rosy-tinted Whispered the race of the flowers; and merry, on balancing branches, Birds were singing their carol, a jubilant hymn to the Highest. Swept and clean was the church-yard. Adorned like a leaf-woven arbour Stood its old-fashioned gate; and within, upon each cross of iron, Hung was a sweet-scented garland, new-twined by the hands of affection. Even the dial, that stood on a fountain among the departed, (There full a hundred years had it stood), was embellished with blossoms. Like to the patriarch hoary, the sage of his kith and the hamlet, Who on his birth-day is crowned by children and children's children; So stood the ancient prophet, and mute with his pencil of iron Marked on the tablet of stone, and measured the swift-changing moment; While all around at his feet an eternity slumbered in quiet. In which the young-their parents' hope, and the loved-ones of heaven Should at the foot of the altar renew the vows of their baptism. There stood the church like a garden; from noble arms on the church wall Grew forth a cluster of leaves, and the preacher's pulpit of oak-wood Budded once more anew, as aforetime the rock before Aaron. Wreathed thereon was the Bible with leaves, and the dove, washed with silver, Under its canopy fastened, a necklace had on of wild-flowers. Loud rang the bells already; the thronging crowd was assembled Simply and solemnly now proceeded the Christian service, Singing and prayer, and at last an ardent discourse from the old man: Many a moving word and warning, that out of the heart came, Fell like the dew of the morning, like manna on those in the desert. Afterwards when all was finished, the Teacher re-entered the chancel, Followed therein by the young. On the right hand the boys had their places, Delicate figures, with close curling hair, and cheeks rosy-blooming. But on the left hand of these there stood the tremulous lilies, Tinged with the blushing light of the morning, the diffident maidens, Folding their hands in prayer, and their eyes cast down on the pavement. Now came, with question and answer, the catechism. In the beginning Answered the children with troubled and faltering voice, but the old man's Glances of kindness encouraged them soon, and the doctrines eternal Flowed, like the waters of fountains, so clear from lips unpolluted. Friendly the Teacher stood, like an angel of light there among them; And to the children explained he the Holy, the Highest, in few words, Thorough, yet simple and clear; for sublimity always is simple,— Both in sermon and song, a child can seize on its meaning. Even as the green-growing bud is unfolded when Spring-tide approaches Leaf by leaf is developed, and, warmed by the radiant sunshine, Blushes with purple and gold, till at last the perfected blossom Opens its odorous chalice, and rocks with its crown in the breezesSo was unfolded here the Christian lore of salvation Line by line from the soul of childhood. The fathers and mothers Stood behind them in tears, and were glad at each well-worded answer. Then went the old man up to the altar;-and preached in eloquent tones. "This is the faith of the Fathers, the faith the Apostles delivered; This is, moreover, the faith whereunto I baptized you, while still ye Lay on your mother's breasts, and nearer the portals of heaven. Slumbering received you then the Holy Church in its bosom; Wakened from sleep are ye now, and the light, in its radiant splendour, Rains from the heaven downward;-to-day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again, to examine and make your election, answer! Think not, O think not with guile to deceive the great Searcher of Hearts. Sharp is his eye to-day, and a curse ever rests upon falsehood. Enter not with a lie on Life's journey; the multitude hears you, Brothers and sisters and parents, what dear upon earth is and holy Standeth before your sight as a witness; the Judge everlasting Looks from the sun down upon you; and angels in waiting beside him Grave your confession in letters of fire, upon tablets eternal. God more than all things earthly, and every man as a brother? Be what it may your condition-and walk before God in uprightness? Will ye promise me this before God and man?"-With a clear voice Answered the young men, Yes! and Yes! with lips softly-breathing Answered the maidens all. Then dissolved from the brow of the Teacher Clouds with the thunders therein, and he spake on in Accents more gentle Soft as the evening's breath, as harps by Babylon's rivers. 66 Hail, then, hail to you all! To the heirdom of heaven be ye welcome! Children no more from this day, but by covenant brothers and sisters! Yet-for what reason not children? Of such is the kingdom of heaven. Here upon earth an assemblage of children, in heaven one Father, Ruling them as his own household - forgiving in turn and chastising, This is of human life a picture, as Scripture has taught us. Blessed are the pure before God! Upon purity and upon virtue Gave to me gladness and care; but the loftiest hours of existence, When I have steadfastly gazed in their eyes, I have instantly known them, Known them all, all again ;--they were my childhood's acquaintance. Therefore take from henceforth, as guides in the paths of existence, Prayer, with her eyes raised to heaven, and Innocence, bride of man's childhood. Innocence, child beloved, is a guest from the world of the blessed, Beautiful, and in her hand a lily; on life's roaring billows Swings she in safety; she heedeth them not, in the ship she is sleeping. Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men; in the desert Shone a more beautiful sun; and he played with the winged angels. Then grows the earth too narrow, too close; and home-sick for heaven Longs the wanderer again; and the spirit's longings are worship; Worship is called his most beautiful hour, and its tongue is entreaty. Ah! when the infinite burden of life descendeth upon us, Crushes to earth our hope, and, under the earth, in the graveyard, Then it is good to pray unto God; for his sorrowing children Turns he ne'er from his door; but he heals, and helps, and consoles them. Yet it is better to pray when all things are prosperous with us, Kneels down before the Eternal's throne; and with hands interfolded, Praises, thankful and moved, the only giver of blessings. Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that comes not from Heaven? Earth declareth God's might, and the firmament uttereth his glory. Races blossomn and die, and stars fall downward from heaven, Downward like withered leaves; at the last stroke of midnight, millenniums Lay themselves down at his feet; and he sees them, but counts them as nothing. Who shall stand in his presence? The wrath of the Judge is terrific. Casting the insolent down at a glance. When he speaks in his anger Hillocks skip like the kid, and mountains leap like the roebuck. number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. happy Gave he his only Son. When Christ bowed down his head in the death-hour Solemnized Love its triumph; the sacrifice then was completed. . One is the sun in heaven; and one, only one, is love also. |