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Thus spoke his tender mother:
And on an evening bright, When the red round sun descended
Mid clouds of crimson light;
Again the boy was playing
And earnestly said he, « Oh beautiful child Jesus
Come down and play with me;
I will find thee flowers the fairest,
And weave for thee a crown, I will get thee ripe red strawberries,
If thou wilt but come down;
Oh Holy, Holy Mother,
Put him down from off thy knee, For in these silent meadows,
There are none to play with me."
Thus spoke the boy so lovely
The while his mother heard, But on his prayer she pondered
And spoke to him no word.
That self-same night she dreamed
A lovely dream of joy, She thought she saw young Jesus
There playing with her boy.
" And for the fruits and flowers
Which thou hast brought to me; Rich blessings shall be given
A thousand fold to thee.
For in the fields of heaven
Thou shalt roam with me at will, And of bright fruits celestial
Shall have dear child thy fill.”
Thus tenderly and kindly
The fair child Jesus spoke, And full of careful musings
The anxious mother woke.
And thus it was accomplished,
In a short month and a day, That lovely boy so gentle
Upon his death-bed lay.
And thus he spoke in dying,
“Oh mother, dear I see The beautiful child Jesus
A coming down to me.
But in his hand he beareth,
Bright flowers as white as snow, And red and juicy strawberries,
Dear mother, let me go!”
He died - but that fond mother
Her sorrow did restrain,
Translation from Herder.
PREACHING OF THE BAPTIST.
“ The voice of one crying in the wilderness.”—Matt. iii. 3.
A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill ;
Bring down the proud mountain, though tower
ing to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high ; The rough path and crooked be made smooth
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.
The beams of salvation his progress illume;
THE BAPTISM OF CHRIST.
" Then cometh Jesus from Galilee to Jordan unto John, to be baptized of him." - Matt. iii. 13.
It was a green spot in the wilderness,
Hither had come th’ Apostle of the wild, Winding the river's course. 'Twas near the flush
and, with multitude around, Who from the cities had come out to hear, He stood breast high amid the running stream, Baptizing as the Spirit gave him power. His simple raiment was of camel's hair, A leathern girdle close about his loins, His beard unshorn, and for his daily meat
The locust and wild honey of the wood -
Silent upon the green and sloping bank
eyes And on the bank stood Jesus. He had laid His raiment off, and with his loins alone Girt with a mantle, and his perfect limbs, In their angelic slightness, meek and bare, He waited to go in. But John forbade, And hurried to his feet and stay'd him there. And said, “ Nay, Master! I have need of thine,