For on her small hand Of a life-long chain ;- THE ANGEL'S BIDDING. OT a sound is heard in the Convent ; The sick have all been tended, The poor nun's toils are ended Till the Matin bell has rung. All is still, save the Clock, that is ticking And the soft snow, falling as gently As an answer to a prayer. 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; He has wandered for hours in the snow-drift, Then kneel in the silent chapel And the grateful tears of God's poor ones "Yet, leave him alone to perish, And the grace of your God implore, A soul that Jesus has ransomed "The Tempter is close beside him, Call aloud, but he hears them not; He sayeth no prayer, and his mother— And he will not look up to Heaven, "Then pray for a soul in peril, At the deed you have done to-night." SPRING. ARK! the Hours are softly calling, To listen to the raindrops falling To listen to Earth's weary voices, Bidding her no longer linger On her charmed way; But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun; By the first bright day of summer It should all be done. She has yet to loose the fountain And to make the barren mountain She must clear the snow that lingers And let the snowdrop's trembling whiteness She must watch, and warm, and cherish From the earth is seen; She must bring the golden crocus She must spread broad showers of daisies Primroses in rich profusion, With bright dewdrops wet, And under every leaf, in shadow Every tree within the forest Must be decked anew And the tender buds of promise Should be peeping through, Folded deep, and almost hidden, Leaf by leaf beside, What will make the Summer's glory, She must weave the loveliest carpets, Every wood must have such pathways, She must hang laburnum branches And the white and purple lilac She must breathe, and cold winds vanish And then load the air around her Have pity on thy prisoned flowers From the cloudy skies; Listen to the hours calling, Bidding thee arise. |