Sweet smiles, in the night Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Sleep, sleep, happy child! All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o'er thee doth mother weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace; Sweet babe, once like thee Thy Maker lay, and wept for me: Wept for me, for thee, for all, When He was an infant small. Thou His image ever see, Heavenly face that smiles on thee! Smiles on thee, on me, on all, THE DIVINE IMAGE. To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine; And Peace, the human dress. Then every man, of every clime, And all must love the human form, Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too. 'TWAS HOLY THURSDAY. WAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, Came children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green : Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow. Oh what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among : Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. K THE NIGHT. HE sun descending in the west, The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy grove, Where lambs have nibbled, silent move They look in every thoughtless nest |