DOCTRINE OF THE DAY. 281 cedent. The Annunciation was, in fact, the inception, the first stage, of the Incarnation; and its design was 'to give a Saviour to the world, a Victim of propitiation to the sinner, a Model to the just, a Son to the Virgin remaining still a Virgin, and a new Nature to the Son of God-the Nature of man, capable of suffering pain and anguish in order to the satisfaction of God's justice for our transgression.** It was the Day on which the prophecy was fulfilled: 'Behold, a Virgin shall conceive' a Son, whose name at His birth should be Immanuel; it was the Day on which 'the Word of God was for ever united to humanity ;'t the Day whereon 'the womb of the Virgin became the gate of heaven, by which God descended to men, that He might afford an access to heaven for them.' It was the Day on which were fulfilled, or made immediately possible of fulfilment, those promises that had been the stay of prophets and kings through a long succession of tearful, prayerful, expectant ages. To a devout mind like that of the Virgin, well instructed in the fondest yet, for each individual, the most shadowy-hopes of her countrywomen, the vision called up by the announcement that it was She-She, who had been chosen as the vehicle of the fulfilment of all the Messianic prophecies, would come upon her, not gradually, as these had been delivered, but suddenly, cumulatively, overwhelmingly. It was not a panorama which stretched before her, at one end of which glimmered the Morning Star, whilst at the other, through a long interval of chequered and fitful yet ever-increasing light, blazed the Sun of Noon; but it was one abrupt and transcendent scene of glory, in which she saw herself girt all at once and on all sides with an Infinite and a Divine Effulgence. Blessed, indeed, was the humility that could dictate even to her ecstasy the pious response to the angelic message: 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord! All the isolated Messianic prophecies, which, from Eden downwards, had trickled or meandered along their lonely courses, had been merged as mere affluents in that full rolling tide of Evangelical prediction which had been discovered by Isaiah, much of whose wondrous imagery our own Pope has grouped together in his well-known' Sacred Eclogue,' entitled Messiah,' and first published in the Spectator for May 4th, 1712. This poem, it may be remarked in passing, was professedly written in imitation of Virgil's Pollio,' which itself was almost certainly an adaptation from the inspired bard whose lips had been touched with a live coal from off the altar of God. . Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song; * Alban Butler's Lives of the Saints. + Ibid. + Ivo Carnotensis: De Annuntiatione Beatæ Mariæ. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, Rapt into future times, the Bard begun :- Whose sacred Flower with fragrance fills the skies : Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-robed Innocence from Heaven descend. HONOURS OF THE DAY. No more shall nation against nation rise, To leafless shrubs the flowering palm succeed, The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And with their forky tongue and pointless sting shall play. Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. O'erflow thy courts: the LIGHT HIMSELF shall shine Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns! 283 It would be difficult indeed to exhaust the admiring and afectionate epithets and sentiments which poets and others have lavished on the Feast of the Annunciation. The Day is the commemoration of the grandest embassy of the Universe; an embassy sent by the King of kings, not to kings or potentates, but to a poor and simple Virgin. The Ambassador is not an envoy sent at random, but one of the chief princes of the court of Heaven. To-day the Spirit which brooded over chaos, broods over the Virgin; to-day a star prepares to bring forth the Sun. To-day Heaven greets the earth, an Angel salutes a Maid ; and to-day Infinity shelters in her womb. To-day the divine praises are celebrated by the angelic choirs ; and to-day the whole world rejoices by reason of the exceeding joy at the coming of Christ through the overshadowing of the Spirit. When we see of what unprecedented and unexampled incentives to pride the blessed Virgin was the object—when we turn our eyes to the giddy pinnacle of her elevation above all other mortals, the half-celestial level on which she comported herself with such quiet grace and dignified propriety-when we regard these things, we at once comprehend how it should be that the humility of the Maid-Mother has always been reckoned, if not her most illustrious, at least as her most exemplary, because her most difficult, virtue. Humility, indeed, was the typical virtue which we saw suggested by her conduct at the Purification, when it was displayed in association with such a reverence for Law as shrank from availing itself of a just and reasonable exemption. To-day, on the Feast of the Annunciation, we see the same humility in alliance with an entire deference and submission to the will of Heaven. Already she is a partaker of the mind of Jesus. The spirit of Christ in the depths of His singular agony is the spirit of Mary at the summit of her singular blessedness. 'Not My will, but Thine, be done!' is the analogue of 'Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to Thy word!' The poetry of submission, that is, of a baptized stoicism, which takes for its motto, 'Thy will be done!' is, as is natural in a world of crosses and sufferings, of very plentiful occurrence, and of very popular appreciation. There is no one to whose heart and experience such poetry does not appeal; and the sentiments it fosters and enunciates are equally due to God, and expedient in man. Towards the Infinite and infinitely Powerful, the discerning feeble and finite can hold but one attitude. In transcribing a single representative of this kind of poetry it is our wish to present excellence as thorough as possible, without risking the offence of offering verses whose over-popularity, as it may have rendered them trite, would render their insertion an impertinence. Upon verses of the desired character we seem to have fallen in the following poem from Miss Winkworth's Lyra Germanica,' in which it has for its title, The Annunciation;' for its motto, the final speech of St. Mary to the just-departing Gabriel; and for its object to exhibit the SUBMISSION OF THE WILL. 285 'happiness of the soul that has no will but God's.' It must be conceded that its picture of resignation and acquiescence is so complete as to be worthy of that symbol with which it concludes, of an ocean of glass spreading out broadly, and without a ripple, under the azure peace of a faithfully reflected heaven. Its author was John Joseph Winkler, a native of Luckau, in Saxony, where he was born, December 23rd, 1670. 'Winkler was first pastor in Magdeburg, afterwards chaplain in the army, and accompanied the troops to Holland and Italy. Subsequently he returned to Magdeburg, where he became chief minister at the Cathedral, and member of the Consistory. He died there August 11th, 1722. He was an excellent man, of a deeply cultivated mind, and left ten very good hymns, contained in Freylinghausen's hymn-book.'* * Yea, my spirit fain would sink In Thy heart and hands, my God, Of the ways that Thou hast trod; Well content whate'er befall; They are slain and vanquished all; And my soul is free from care, For her thoughts from all things cease He who made her careth well, Loving God amid her woe; For she knows not pain or fear, Trusting though He slay her here. Lieth still, nor speaketh more, With her God's great praise and light. Rev. Theodore Kübler's Historical Notes to the Lyra Germanica. |