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Wherefore fupplicate we, lauding
Thee, O Blessed Trinity, We at last
may keep our Easter In Thy home beyond the sky, There to Thee our Hallelujah Singing everlastingly.
HERE nor waxing moon nor waning,
Sun nor stars in courses bright :
Shines an everlasting light:
For the saints, in beauty beaming,
Shine in light and glory pure ;
Joy in unison secure :
And their foes' discomfiture.
Freed from every stain of evil,
All their carnal wars are done;
And the soul agree in one.
Sin and scandal are unknown.
Here they live in endless being,
Passingness has passed away ;
For decayed is all decay :
Darkling Death's malignant fway.
Though each one's respective merit
Hath its varying palm afligned,
hath all combined : So that all that each possesses
All partake in unconfined.
CHRIST, Thy soldiers' palm of honour,
Unto this Thy city free
I shall caft away from me:
With Thy bleffed ones to be.
Grant me vigour, while I labour
In the ceaseless battle pressed,
Grant me everlasting rest :
my portion ever bleft.
Peter DAMIAN*, 11th Cent.
* The above stanzas form a portion of the celebrated hymn “De Gloriâ et Gaudiis Paradisi," by a true Christian, though a Roman Cardinal, and are from Mr. Wackerbath's admirable translation of the same.
THE LAST DAY.
WHAT terror in Thy forethought,
Ending scene of mortal life !
Thrills each nerve with terror rife,
Who the spectacle can image —
How tremendous !— of that day When the course of life accomplished,
For the trammels of her clay
Agonised to pass away.
Eyes are filming o'er in death,
Gasps the rattling throat for breath : Limbs are torpid, lips are pallid,
Breaking nature quivereth.
All come round him!
cogitation, Habit, word, and deed are there! All, though much and fore he struggle,
Hover o'er him in the air :
On his inmost soul they glare.
Conscience ! self her culprit tortures,
Gnawing him with pangs unknown : For that now amendment's season
Is for ever past and gone ; And that late repentance findeth
Pardon none for all its moan.
Fleshly lufts of fancied sweetness
Are converted into gall,
Everlasting dolours fall;
Oh! how infinitely small !
Christ, unconquered King of Glory!
Thou my wretched soul relieve In that most extremelt terror
When the body she must leave : Let the Accuser of the Brethren
O’er me then no power receive !
Let the Prince of Darkness vanish
And Gehenna's legions fly! Shepherd, Thou Thy sheep, thus ransomed,
To Thy country lead on high ; Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee
eye to eye! Peter Damian, 11th Cent.
HEAD, so full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn 'Midst other fore abuses,
Mocked with a crown of thorn!
O head, ere now surrounded
Saluted be by me.
Was my fin's heavy load!
in blood : Here am I, blushing finner,
On whom wrath ought to light ; O Thou, my health's beginner,
Let Thy grace cheer my sight. I'll here with Thee continue,
(Though poor, despise me not), I'm one of thy retinue
As were I on the spot, When, earning my election,
Thy heart-strings broke in death With shame and love's affection
I'll watch my latest breath. I give Thee thanks unfeigned,
O Jesus ! Friend in need !