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And the bitter lesson
We learn from years.
The stars are gleaming
Upon her brow:
So calmly now?
With folded wings;
The while he sings.
Of Love divine ;
On a sacred shrine;
Where seraphs shine ;
The chosen know
Vain joys below,
And fear no woe.
The Bells are ringing,
The sun shines clear, The Choir is singing,
The guests are here. Before the High Altar
Behold the Bride ;
Is by her side.
With her chosen lot,(Is her last night's dreaming
So soon forgot?)
Forsake her not !
There glitters plain The first sad link
Of a life-long chain ;And she needs his guiding
Through paths of pain.
THE ANGEL'S BIDDING.
S OT a sound is heard in the Convent;
The Vesper Chant is sung,
But an Angel whispers, “ Oh, Sister,
“ No sound on the moorland to guide him,
No star in the murky air ; And he thinks of his home and his loved ones
With the tenderness of despair;
And he strives to stand in vain,
Then kneel in the silent chapel
“ Yet, leave him alone to perish,
And the grace of your God implore, With all the strength of your spirit,
For one who needs it more. Far away, in the gleaming city,
Amid perfume, and song, and light, A soul that Jesus has ransomed · Is in peril of sin to-night.
The Tempter is close beside him,
And his danger is all forgot,
He thinks not of her to-day,
And his Angel is turning away.
“ Then pray for a soul in peril,
A soul for which Jesus died ; Ask, by the cross that bore Him,
And by her who stood beside ; And the Angels of God will thank you,
And bend from their thrones of light, To tell you that Heaven rejoices
At the deed you have done to-night.”