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THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY.
TIIE COMMINATION SERVICE. The Vested Priest before the Altar stands ; Shun not this Rite, neglected, yea abhorred, Approach, come gladly, ye prepared, in sight By some of unreflecting mind, as calling Of God and chosen friends, your troth to plight Man to curse man, (thought monstrous and With the symbolic ring, and willing hands
appalling.) Solemnly joined. Now sanctify the bands Go thou and hear the threatenings of the Lord; O Father !—to the Espoused thy blessing give,
Listening within his Temple see his sword That mutually assisted they may live
Unsheathed in wrath to strike the offender's head, Obedient, as here taught, to thy commands. Thy own, if sorrow for thy sin be dead, So prays the Church, to consecrate a Vow
Guilt unrepented, pardon unimplored. “ The which would endless matrimony make;" Two aspects bears Truth needful for salvation ; Union that shadows forth and doth partake
Who knows not that?—yet would this delicate age A mystery potent human love to endow [sake; Look only on the Gospel's brighter page: With heavenly, each more prized for the other's Let light and dark duly our thoughts employ ; Weep not, meek Bride ! uplift thy timid brow. So shall the fearful words of Commination
Yield timely fruit of peace and love and joy.
THANKSGIVING AFTER CHILDBIRTH.
FORMS OF PRAYER AT SEA.
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high,
To kneeling Worshippers no earthly floor
VISITATION OF THE SICK.
From the Baptismal hour, thro’ weal and woe,
Monastic Domes ! following my downward way, Our meditations, give we to a day
Untouched by due regret I marked your fall ! Of annual joy one tributary lay ;
Now, ruin, beauty, ancient stillness, all
On our past selves in life's declining day:
Perversely curious, then, for hidden ill
Why should we break Time's charitable seals? The spiritof Laud is pleased in heaven's pure clime, Once ye were holy, ye are holy still ; And Hooker's voice the spectacle approves ! Your spirit freely let me drink, and live!
EMIGRANT FRENCH CLERGY.
Would that our scrupulous Sires had dared to leave Even while I speak, the sacred roofs of France
From altars threatened, levelled, or defiled,
Wander the Ministers of God, as chance
Opens a way for life, or consonance
The fugitives than to the British strand,
They came,—and, while the moral tempest roars Merry and loud and safe from prying search, Throughout the Country they have left, our shores Strains offered only to the genial Spring.
Give to their Faith a fearless resting-place.
From low to high doth dissolution climb,
Tuus all things lead to Charity, secured
* See Note.
* See Note.
But liberty, and triumphs on the Main,
The encircling ground, in native turf arrayed, And laurelled armies, not to be withstood — Is now by solemn consecration given What serve they? if, on transitory good
To social interests, and to favouring Heaven, Intent, and sedulous of abject gain,
And where the rugged colts their gambols played, The State (ah, surely not preserved in vain !) And wild deer bounded through the forest glade, Forbear to shape due channels which the Flood Unchecked as when by merry Outlaw driven, Of sacred truth may enter—till it brood
Shall hymns of praise resound at morn and even; O’er the wide realm, as o'er the Egyptian plain And soon, full soon, the lonely Sexton's spade The all-sustaining Nile. No more—the time Shall wound the tender sod. Encincture small, Is conscious of her want; through England's But infinite its grasp of weal and woe! bounds,
Hopes, fears, in never-ending ebb and flow;In rival haste, the wished-for Temples rise! The spousal trembling, and the 'dust to dust,' I hear their sabbath bells' harmonious chime The prayers, the contrite struggle, and the trust Float on the breeze—the heavenliest of all sounds That to the Almighty Father looks through all. That vale or hill prolongs or multiplies !
CHURCH TO BE ERECTED.
Be this the chosen site; the virgin sod,
INSIDE OP KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE. MINE ear has rung, my spirit sunk subdued, Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, Sharing the strong emotion of the crowd,
With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned When each pale brow to dread hosannas bowed Albeit labouring for a scanty band While clouds of incense mounting veiled the rood, of white robed Scholars only—this immense That glimmered like a pine-tree dimly viewed And glorious Work of fine intelligence! Through Alpine vapours. Such appalling rite Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore Our Church prepares not, trusting to the might Of nicely-calculated less or more ; Of simple truth with grace divine imbued ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense Yet will we not conceal the precious Cross, These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Like men ashamed: the Sun with his first smile Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Shall greet that symbol crowning the low Pile : Where light and shade repose, where music dwells And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn Lingering—and wandering on as loth to die ; Shall wooingly embrace it; and green moss Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof Creep round its arms through centuries unborn. That they were born for immortality.
What awful perspective ! while from our sight GLORY to God! and to the Power who came
Like Ocean burning with purpureal flame ;
Or like the Alpine Mount, that takes its name Martyr, or King, or sainted Eremite,
From roseate hues, far kenned at morn and even, Whoe'er ye be, that thus, yourselves unseen, In hours of peace, or when the storm is driven Imbue your prison-bars with solemn sheen, Along the nether region's rugged frame ! Shine on, until ye fade with coming Night !- Earth prompts—Heaven urges ; let us seek the But, from the arms of silence-list ! O list !
light, The music bursteth into second life ;
Studious of that pure intercourse begun The notes luxuriate, every stone is kissed
When first our infant brows their lustre won ; By sound, or ghost of sound, in mazy strife ; So, like the Mountain, may we grow more bright Heart-thrilling strains, that cast, before the eye From unimpeded commerce with the Sun, Of the devout, a veil of ecstasy!
At the approach of all-involving night.
They dreamt not of a perishable home
Why sleeps the future, as a snake enrolled,