My life is like a broken bowl, A broken bowl that cannot hold Or cordial in the searching cold; IF ONLY. F ONLY I might love my God and die: IF But now He bids me love Him and live on. Now when the bloom of all my life is gone, The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. My tree of hope is lopped that spread so high; And I forget how summer glowed and shone, While autumn grips me with its fingers wan And frets me with its fitful windy sigh. When autumn passes then must winter numb, And winter may not pass a weary while, But when it passes spring shall flower again : And in that spring who weepeth now shall smile, Yea, they shall wax who now are on the wane, Yea, they shall sing for love when Christ shall come. ADVENT. THIS Advent moon shines cold and clear, Our lamps have burned year after year Heart-sick with hope deferred: "No speaking signs are in the sky," Is still the watchman's word. The Porter watches at the gate, "No daybreak tops the utmost hill, One to another hear them speak All night we watch and rise." "The days are evil looking back, The coming days are dim; Yet count we not His promise slack One with another, soul with soul, They kindle fire from fire: "Friends watch us who have touched the goal." "They urge us, come up higher." "With them shall rest our waysore feet, With them is built our home, With Christ."—"They sweet, but He most sweet, Sweeter than honeycomb." There no more parting, no more pain, The distant ones brought near, Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, We weep because the night is long, Weeping we hold Him fast, Who wept For us, we hold Him fast; And will not let Him go except He bless us first or last. Weeping we hold Him fast to-night; Till daybreak smite our wearied sight Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove THE THREE ENEMIES. THE FLESH. WEET, thou art pale." 66 SWE More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's wrath for me." "Sweet, thou art sad." "Beneath a rod More heavy, Christ for my sake trod "Not so Christ: Whose mighty love of me sufficed For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist." "Sweet, thou art footsore." "If I bleed. His feet have bled d; yea in my need. THE WORLD. 'Sweet, thou art young." "So He was young Who for my sake in silence hung Upon the Cross with Passion wrung." 66 Look, thou art fair. "He was more fair Than men, Who deigned for me to wear 66 And thou hast riches." "Daily bread All else is His: Who, living. dead, For me lacked where to lay His Head." "And life is sweet." "It was not so To Him, Whose Cup did overflow With mine unutterable woe." THE DEVIL. "Thou drinkest deep." "When Christ would sup He drained the dregs from out my cup: So how should I be lifted up?" |