The Denial. URGED, Lord, by sinful terror, He mourned his guilt with shame : And was with pardon blessed. After, how grew this martyr In faith and hardihood! For thee, his Lord, he spent his breath, In life declared thy glory, And honored thee in death. B. Muenta. St. Peter. THOU hast the art on 't, Peter, and canst tell To cast thy net on all occasions well. When Christ calls and thy nets would have thee stay, To cast them well's to cast them quite away. Well, Peter, dost thou wield thy active sword, Under thy shadow may I lurk awhile, Richard Crashaw. St. Paul. WHOSE is that sword-that voice and eye of flame, Who bears the dungeon keys; and bonds and fire? Lo! the light shone! the sun's veiled beams expire— A Saviour's self a Saviour's lips proclaim! Whose is yon form stretched on the earth's cold bed, Mourning the past? Bowed is the lofty head- Over the raging waves of human will, The Saviour's spirit walked, and all was still. Roscoe. The Conversion of St. Paul. And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him "Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?"-Acts ix. 4. THE midday sun with fiercest glare, The palm tree's shade unwavering lies, The leader of that martial crew With lips firm closed and fixed eye, What sudden blaze is round him poured, One moment-and to earth he falls; Voice heard by him alone. 412 THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. For to the rest both words and form Seem lost in lightning and in storm, With keen yet pitying glance. And hears the meek upbraiding call As if th' Almighty Son Were prisoner yet in this dark earth, "Ah! wherefore persecut'st thou me?" But Heaven's high magic bound it there, "Who art thou, Lord ?" he falters forth:So shall sin ask of heaven and earth At the last awful day, "When did we see thee suffering nigh, Ah! little dream our listless eyes |