To have listened the gentle lessons He taught

On mountain, and sea, and shore !

While the rich and the mighty knew Him not,

To have meekly done His will:

Hush! for the worldly reject Him yet,

You can serve and love Him still.

Time cannot silence His mighty words,

And though ages have fled away,

His gentle accents of love divine Speak to your soul to-day.

O to have solaced that weeping

one

Whom the righteous dared despise !

To have tenderly bound up her scattered hair,

And have dried her tearful eyes!

Hush! there are broken hearts to soothe,

And penitent tears to dry,

While Magdalen prays for you and them,

From her home in the starry sky.

O to have followed the mournful way

Of those faithful few forlorn! And grace, beyond even an angel's hope,

The Cross for our Lord have borne !

To have shared in His tender mother's grief,

To have wept at Mary's side, To have lived as a child in her home, and then

In her loving care have died!

Hush! and with reverent sorrow still,

Mary's great anguish share; And learn, for the sake of her Son divine,

Thy cross, like His, to bear. The sorrows that weigh on thy soul unite

With those which thy Lord

has borne,

And Mary will comfort thy dying hour,

Nor leave thy soul forlorn.

O to have seen what we now adore,

And, though veiled to faithless sight,

To have known, in the form that

Jesus wore,

The Lord of Life and Light!