For all Thy signs they still refuse Thee, Lord;Those signs, blest symbols of Thy reign and word.Such signs, and not believe? Sure, who did thusMade unbelief itself miraculous.Cl.
For all Thy signs they still refuse Thee, Lord;Those signs, blest symbols of Thy reign and word.Such signs, and not believe? Sure, who did thusMade unbelief itself miraculous.Cl.
Ad S. Andream piscatorem.Marc. i. 16.
Quippe potes pulchre captare et fallere pisces;Centum illic discis lubricus ire dolis.Heus, bone piscator! tendit sua retia Christus:Artem inverte, et jam tu quoque disce capi.
Quippe potes pulchre captare et fallere pisces;Centum illic discis lubricus ire dolis.Heus, bone piscator! tendit sua retia Christus:Artem inverte, et jam tu quoque disce capi.
To S. Andrew, fisherman.
How cleverly the fishes he beguiles!He learns to use a hundred cunning wiles.Ho, thou good Fisher: Christ casts out His net;Now haste thou to be caught; for thee 'tis set.G.
How cleverly the fishes he beguiles!He learns to use a hundred cunning wiles.Ho, thou good Fisher: Christ casts out His net;Now haste thou to be caught; for thee 'tis set.G.
Ego sum vox, &c.Joan. i. 23.
Vox ego sum, dicis: tu vox es, sancte Joannes?Si vox es, genitor cur tibi mutus erat?Ista tui fuerant quam mira silentia patris!Vocem non habuit tunc quoque cum genuit.
Vox ego sum, dicis: tu vox es, sancte Joannes?Si vox es, genitor cur tibi mutus erat?Ista tui fuerant quam mira silentia patris!Vocem non habuit tunc quoque cum genuit.
I am the voice.
'I am the voice,' thou sayest. Thou holy John,If voice thou art, why was thy father dumb?O silence strange! which as I muse upon,I see thy voice from God, not man, did come.G.
'I am the voice,' thou sayest. Thou holy John,If voice thou art, why was thy father dumb?O silence strange! which as I muse upon,I see thy voice from God, not man, did come.G.
Vincula sponte decidunt.Act. xii. 7.
Qui ferro Petrum cumulas, durissime custos,A ferro disces mollior esse tuo.Ecce fluit, nodisque suis evolvitur ultro:I, fatue, et vinc'lis vincula pone tuis.
Qui ferro Petrum cumulas, durissime custos,A ferro disces mollior esse tuo.Ecce fluit, nodisque suis evolvitur ultro:I, fatue, et vinc'lis vincula pone tuis.
The chains spontaneously fall off.
Who loadest him with chains, thou jailer stern,To be more kind e'en from those chains shalt learn.Lo, they dissolve, and their own knots untie.Go, fool, and chains with chains to fetter try.G.
Who loadest him with chains, thou jailer stern,To be more kind e'en from those chains shalt learn.Lo, they dissolve, and their own knots untie.Go, fool, and chains with chains to fetter try.G.
IN DIEM OMNIUM SANCTORUM.
Ne laedite terrain, neque mare, neque arbores, quousque obsignaverimus servos Dei nostri in frontibus suis.Rev. vii. 3.
Nusquam immitis agat ventus sua murmura, nusquamSylva tremat, crispis sollicitata comis.Aequa Thetis placide allabens ferat oscula Terrae;Terra suos Thetidi pandat amica sinus:Undique pax effusa piis volet aurea pennis,Frons bona dum signo est quaeque notata suo.Ah, quid in hoc opus est signis aliunde petendis?Frons bona sat lacrymis quaeque notata suis.
Nusquam immitis agat ventus sua murmura, nusquamSylva tremat, crispis sollicitata comis.Aequa Thetis placide allabens ferat oscula Terrae;Terra suos Thetidi pandat amica sinus:Undique pax effusa piis volet aurea pennis,Frons bona dum signo est quaeque notata suo.Ah, quid in hoc opus est signis aliunde petendis?Frons bona sat lacrymis quaeque notata suis.
On All-Saints' Day.
Let wind with murmurs harsh nowhere be heard;Nowhere wood tremble, its curl'd tresses stirr'd.Calm-flowing Sea greet Earth with kisses bland,Earth unto Sea its bosom kind expand.Let holy Peace on golden pinions steal,Till each blest brow is mark'd with its own seal.Ah, why elsewhere for this, need signs be sought?To each blest brow tears seal enough have brought.R. Wi.
Let wind with murmurs harsh nowhere be heard;Nowhere wood tremble, its curl'd tresses stirr'd.Calm-flowing Sea greet Earth with kisses bland,Earth unto Sea its bosom kind expand.Let holy Peace on golden pinions steal,Till each blest brow is mark'd with its own seal.Ah, why elsewhere for this, need signs be sought?To each blest brow tears seal enough have brought.R. Wi.
In die Conjurationis sulphureae.
Quam bene dispositis annus dat currere festis!Post omnes Sanctos omne scelus sequitur.
Quam bene dispositis annus dat currere festis!Post omnes Sanctos omne scelus sequitur.
Upon the Powder-day.
How fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow!All-mischiefe comes after All-Hallow.[50]Cr.
How fit our well-rank'd Feasts do follow!All-mischiefe comes after All-Hallow.[50]Cr.
Deus sub utero Virginis.Luc. i. 31.
Ecce tuus, Natura, pater; pater hic tuus hic est:Ille, uterus matris quem tenet, ille pater.Pellibus exiguis arctatur Filius ingens,Quem tu non totum, crede, nec ipsa capis.Quanta uteri, Regina, tui reverentia tecum est,Dum jacet hic coelo sub breviore Deus!Conscia divino gliscunt praecordia motu,Nec vehit aethereos sanctior aura polos.Quam bene sub tecto tibi concipiuntur eodemVota, et, vota cui concipienda, Deus!Quod nubes alia, et tanti super atria coeliQuaerunt, invenient hoc tua vota domi.O felix anima haec, quae tam sua gaudia tangit!Sub conclave suo cui suus ignis adest.Corpus amet, licet, illa suum, neque sidera malit:Quod vinc'lum est aliis, hoc habet illa domum.Sola jaces, neque sola; toro quocunque recumbis,Illo estis positi tuque tuusque toro.Immo ubi casta tuo posita es cum conjuge conjunx;Quod mirum magis est, es tuus ipsa torus.
Ecce tuus, Natura, pater; pater hic tuus hic est:Ille, uterus matris quem tenet, ille pater.Pellibus exiguis arctatur Filius ingens,Quem tu non totum, crede, nec ipsa capis.Quanta uteri, Regina, tui reverentia tecum est,Dum jacet hic coelo sub breviore Deus!Conscia divino gliscunt praecordia motu,Nec vehit aethereos sanctior aura polos.Quam bene sub tecto tibi concipiuntur eodemVota, et, vota cui concipienda, Deus!Quod nubes alia, et tanti super atria coeliQuaerunt, invenient hoc tua vota domi.O felix anima haec, quae tam sua gaudia tangit!Sub conclave suo cui suus ignis adest.Corpus amet, licet, illa suum, neque sidera malit:Quod vinc'lum est aliis, hoc habet illa domum.Sola jaces, neque sola; toro quocunque recumbis,Illo estis positi tuque tuusque toro.Immo ubi casta tuo posita es cum conjuge conjunx;Quod mirum magis est, es tuus ipsa torus.
God in the Virgin's womb.
Thy Father, Nature, here thy Father see:Whom womb of mother holds, thy Father He.Scant teguments the mighty Son enchain,Whom thou thyself not wholly dost contain.What reverence, Queen, to thine own womb is given,While God lies here beneath a lesser heaven!With sacred motion swells her conscious breast;Nor are the poles upborne by airs more blest.'Neath the same roof are well conceiv'd by theeVows, and the God to whom vows offer'd be.What other prayers o'er clouds and sky's vast boundSeek, by thy prayers this will at home be found.Blest soul, so nigh to thy supreme desire,To which 'neath its own shrine dwells its own fire.She may her body love, nor heaven prefer:What chains down others is a home to her.Lone, yet not lone, where'er thou dost recline;On that same couch are laid both thou and thine.Nay, when with thy chaste spouse, chaste wife thou'rt laid—More strange, thyself thine own blest couch art made.R. Wi.
Thy Father, Nature, here thy Father see:Whom womb of mother holds, thy Father He.Scant teguments the mighty Son enchain,Whom thou thyself not wholly dost contain.What reverence, Queen, to thine own womb is given,While God lies here beneath a lesser heaven!With sacred motion swells her conscious breast;Nor are the poles upborne by airs more blest.'Neath the same roof are well conceiv'd by theeVows, and the God to whom vows offer'd be.What other prayers o'er clouds and sky's vast boundSeek, by thy prayers this will at home be found.Blest soul, so nigh to thy supreme desire,To which 'neath its own shrine dwells its own fire.She may her body love, nor heaven prefer:What chains down others is a home to her.Lone, yet not lone, where'er thou dost recline;On that same couch are laid both thou and thine.Nay, when with thy chaste spouse, chaste wife thou'rt laid—More strange, thyself thine own blest couch art made.R. Wi.
Ad Judaeos mactatores Stephani.Act. vii. 59.
Frustra illum increpitant, frustra vaga saxa: nec illiGrandinis, heu, saevae! dura procella nocet.Ista potest tolerare, potest nescire; sed illi,Quae sunt in vestro pectore, saxa nocent.
Frustra illum increpitant, frustra vaga saxa: nec illiGrandinis, heu, saevae! dura procella nocet.Ista potest tolerare, potest nescire; sed illi,Quae sunt in vestro pectore, saxa nocent.
To the Jews, murderers of St. Stephen.
Vainly ye cast stones, Jews; they give no shock:Shower as the hail-storm, it is all in vain.These he shall bear, and heed not: 'tis the rockOf your obdurate hearts that gives him pain.G.
Vainly ye cast stones, Jews; they give no shock:Shower as the hail-storm, it is all in vain.These he shall bear, and heed not: 'tis the rockOf your obdurate hearts that gives him pain.G.
D. Joannes in exilio.Rev. i. 9.
Exul, amor Christi est: Christum tamen invenit exul:Et solitos illic invenit ille sinus.Ah, longo, aeterno ah terras indicite nobisExilio, Christi si sinus exilium est.
Exul, amor Christi est: Christum tamen invenit exul:Et solitos illic invenit ille sinus.Ah, longo, aeterno ah terras indicite nobisExilio, Christi si sinus exilium est.
St. John in exile.
Love to Christ an exile is,Yet the exile findeth Christ;All the dear familiar bliss,And the bosom-joys unpric'd.Ah, Lord, exile long to us,Never-ending e'en be sent,If we find Christ's bosom thusAs our place of banishment.G.
Love to Christ an exile is,Yet the exile findeth Christ;All the dear familiar bliss,And the bosom-joys unpric'd.Ah, Lord, exile long to us,Never-ending e'en be sent,If we find Christ's bosom thusAs our place of banishment.G.
Ad infantes martyres.Matt. ii. 16.
Fundite ridentes animas, effundite coelo;Discet ibi vestra, ô quam bene! lingua loqui.Nec vos lac vestrum et maternos quaerite fontes:Quae vos expectat lactea tota via est.
Fundite ridentes animas, effundite coelo;Discet ibi vestra, ô quam bene! lingua loqui.Nec vos lac vestrum et maternos quaerite fontes:Quae vos expectat lactea tota via est.
To the infant martyrs.
Go, smiling soules, your new-built cages breake,In Heav'n you'l learne to sing ere here to speake:Nor let the milky fonts that bath your thirstBee your delay;The place that calls you hence is, at the worst,Milke all the way.Cr.
Go, smiling soules, your new-built cages breake,In Heav'n you'l learne to sing ere here to speake:Nor let the milky fonts that bath your thirstBee your delay;The place that calls you hence is, at the worst,Milke all the way.Cr.
ANOTHER VERSION.
Depart, ye smiling souls, to Heaven depart:Your tongues may there learn best the speaking art.Stay not to suck, sweet children, do not stay:Cry not; for you shall go the milky way.B.
Depart, ye smiling souls, to Heaven depart:Your tongues may there learn best the speaking art.Stay not to suck, sweet children, do not stay:Cry not; for you shall go the milky way.B.
Quaerit Jesum suum beata Virgo.Luc. ii. 45.
Ah, redeas miserae, redeas, puer alme, parenti;Ah, neque te coelis tam cito redde tuis.Coelum nostra tuum fuerint, ô, brachia, si teNostra suum poterunt brachia ferre Deum.
Ah, redeas miserae, redeas, puer alme, parenti;Ah, neque te coelis tam cito redde tuis.Coelum nostra tuum fuerint, ô, brachia, si teNostra suum poterunt brachia ferre Deum.
The blessed Virgin seeks Jesus.
Ah, to Thy mother, ah, return,my fair, belovèd Son;Return not to Thy native skies,my heaven-descended One.Thy mother's arms Thy heaven would be,enfolding Thee around;If thus within these innocent armsthe great God might be found.[51]G.
Ah, to Thy mother, ah, return,my fair, belovèd Son;Return not to Thy native skies,my heaven-descended One.Thy mother's arms Thy heaven would be,enfolding Thee around;If thus within these innocent armsthe great God might be found.[51]G.
Non sum dignus ut sub tecta mea venias.Matt. viii. 8.
In tua tecta Deus veniet: tuus haud sinit illudEt pudor atque humili in pectore celsa fides.Illum ergo accipies, quoniam non accipis: ergoIn te jam veniet, non tua tecta Deus.[52]
In tua tecta Deus veniet: tuus haud sinit illudEt pudor atque humili in pectore celsa fides.Illum ergo accipies, quoniam non accipis: ergoIn te jam veniet, non tua tecta Deus.[52]
I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my roofe.
Thy God was making hast into thy roofe;Thy humble faith and feare keepes him aloofe.Hee'll be thy guest, because He may not be;Hee'll come—into thy house? No, into thee.Cr.
Thy God was making hast into thy roofe;Thy humble faith and feare keepes him aloofe.Hee'll be thy guest, because He may not be;Hee'll come—into thy house? No, into thee.Cr.
Christus accusatus nihil respondet.Matt. xxvii. 12.
Nil ait: ô sanctae pretiosa silentia linguae!Ponderis ô quanti res nihil illud erat!Ille olim verbum qui dixit, et omnia fecit,Verbum non dicens omnia nunc reficit.
Nil ait: ô sanctae pretiosa silentia linguae!Ponderis ô quanti res nihil illud erat!Ille olim verbum qui dixit, et omnia fecit,Verbum non dicens omnia nunc reficit.
And He answered them nothing.
O mighty Nothing! unto thee,Nothing, wee owe all things that bee.God spake once when Hee all things made,Hee sav'd all when Hee Nothing said.The world was made of Nothing then;'Tis made by Nothing now againe.Cr.
O mighty Nothing! unto thee,Nothing, wee owe all things that bee.God spake once when Hee all things made,Hee sav'd all when Hee Nothing said.The world was made of Nothing then;'Tis made by Nothing now againe.Cr.
ANOTHER VERSION.
'Nothing He said.'O precious silence of that sacred tongue!O what vast interests on that Nothing hung!He who once spoke the word, and all things made,Now re-makes all, when not a word is said.G.
'Nothing He said.'O precious silence of that sacred tongue!O what vast interests on that Nothing hung!He who once spoke the word, and all things made,Now re-makes all, when not a word is said.G.
Nunc dimittis.Luc. ii. 29.
Spesne meas tandem ergo mei tenuere lacerti?Ergo bibunt oculos lumina nostra tuos?Ergo bibant: possintque novam sperare juventam:O possint senii non meminisse sui!Immo mihi potius mitem mors induat umbram,Esse sub his oculis si tamen umbra potest.Ah, satis est. Ego te vidi, puer auree, vidi:Nil post te, nisi te, Christe, videre volo.[53]
Spesne meas tandem ergo mei tenuere lacerti?Ergo bibunt oculos lumina nostra tuos?Ergo bibant: possintque novam sperare juventam:O possint senii non meminisse sui!Immo mihi potius mitem mors induat umbram,Esse sub his oculis si tamen umbra potest.Ah, satis est. Ego te vidi, puer auree, vidi:Nil post te, nisi te, Christe, videre volo.[53]
Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.
And is my hope grasp'd in these arms of mineAt last, and do these eyes drink light from Thine?There let them drink with a new youth in store,And feel the dimming touch of age no more.Nay rather, if Thine eyes can give it room,Let Death's soft shadow gently o'er them come.Thee have I seen, O Child: enough for me:I care not to behold aught else but Thee.Cl.
And is my hope grasp'd in these arms of mineAt last, and do these eyes drink light from Thine?There let them drink with a new youth in store,And feel the dimming touch of age no more.Nay rather, if Thine eyes can give it room,Let Death's soft shadow gently o'er them come.Thee have I seen, O Child: enough for me:I care not to behold aught else but Thee.Cl.
Verbum inter spinas.Luc. viii. 7.
Saepe Dei verbum sentes cadit inter, et atrumMiscet spina procax, ah, male juncta! latus.Credo quidem: nam sic spinas, ah, scilicet interIpse Deus verbum tu quoque, Christe, cadis.
Saepe Dei verbum sentes cadit inter, et atrumMiscet spina procax, ah, male juncta! latus.Credo quidem: nam sic spinas, ah, scilicet interIpse Deus verbum tu quoque, Christe, cadis.
The Word among thorns.
Often and often 'good words' fallWhere thorns and briars rankly crawl;Their spines lay hold, and choke, and pierce—Like to wild beast in hunger fierce.I know it: for like flash of swordI read 'twas so with Theethe Word:God, e'en my God, Thou wast in truth;But fell'st 'mong thorns, which show'd no ruth.G.
Often and often 'good words' fallWhere thorns and briars rankly crawl;Their spines lay hold, and choke, and pierce—Like to wild beast in hunger fierce.I know it: for like flash of swordI read 'twas so with Theethe Word:God, e'en my God, Thou wast in truth;But fell'st 'mong thorns, which show'd no ruth.G.
Sabbatum Judaicum et Christianum.Luc. xiv. 5.
Res eadem vario quantum distinguitur usu:Nostra hominem servant sabbata, vestra bovem.Observent igitur, pacto quid justius isto?Sabbata nostra homines, sabbata vestra boves.
Res eadem vario quantum distinguitur usu:Nostra hominem servant sabbata, vestra bovem.Observent igitur, pacto quid justius isto?Sabbata nostra homines, sabbata vestra boves.
The Judaic and Christian Sabbath.
How diff'rent grows a thing through diff'rent use!OurSabbaths serve men,yoursgive oxen truce,Be this agreed—arrangement fitter none—OurSabbath men keep,yoursoxen alone.G.
How diff'rent grows a thing through diff'rent use!OurSabbaths serve men,yoursgive oxen truce,Be this agreed—arrangement fitter none—OurSabbath men keep,yoursoxen alone.G.
Ad verbum Dei sanatur caecus.Marc. x. 52.
Christe, loquutus eras, ô sacra licentia verbi:Jamque novus caeci fluxit in ora dies.Jam credo, Nemo[54]est, sicut Tu, Christe, loquutus:Auribus? immo oculis, Christe, loquutus eras.
Christe, loquutus eras, ô sacra licentia verbi:Jamque novus caeci fluxit in ora dies.Jam credo, Nemo[54]est, sicut Tu, Christe, loquutus:Auribus? immo oculis, Christe, loquutus eras.
The blind cured by the word of our Saviour.
Thou spak'st the word—Thy word's a law;Thou spak'st, and straight the blind man saw.To speak and make the blind to see,Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee.To speak thus was to speak, say I,Not to his eare, but to his eye.Cr.
Thou spak'st the word—Thy word's a law;Thou spak'st, and straight the blind man saw.To speak and make the blind to see,Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee.To speak thus was to speak, say I,Not to his eare, but to his eye.Cr.
Onus meum leve est.Matt. xi. 30.
Esse levis quicunque voles, onus accipe Christi:Ala tuis humeris, non onus, illud erit.Christi onus an quaeris quam sit grave? scilicet audi,Tam grave, ut ad summos te premat usque polos.
Esse levis quicunque voles, onus accipe Christi:Ala tuis humeris, non onus, illud erit.Christi onus an quaeris quam sit grave? scilicet audi,Tam grave, ut ad summos te premat usque polos.
My burden is light.
Askest how thou may'st lightly loaded be?Christ'sburdentake from me:A wing to lift, no load to press thee down,Thou it wilt feel and own.Dost ask how heavy may Christ'sburdenbe?Then list, O man, to me:Soheavy, that whoe'er 'neath it enrolls,It lifts to the highest poles.G.
Askest how thou may'st lightly loaded be?Christ'sburdentake from me:A wing to lift, no load to press thee down,Thou it wilt feel and own.Dost ask how heavy may Christ'sburdenbe?Then list, O man, to me:Soheavy, that whoe'er 'neath it enrolls,It lifts to the highest poles.G.
Miraculum quinque panum.Joan. vi. 1-13.
Ecce, vagi venit unda cibi; venit indole sacraFortis, et in dentes fertilis innumeros.Quando erat invictae tam sancta licentia coenae?Illa famem populi poscit, et illa fidem.
Ecce, vagi venit unda cibi; venit indole sacraFortis, et in dentes fertilis innumeros.Quando erat invictae tam sancta licentia coenae?Illa famem populi poscit, et illa fidem.
On the miracle of loaves.
Now, Lord, or never, they'l beleeve on Thee;Thou to their teeth hast prov'd Thy deity.Cr.
Now, Lord, or never, they'l beleeve on Thee;Thou to their teeth hast prov'd Thy deity.Cr.
ANOTHER VERSION.
See, loaves in heaps, blest growth, spread far and wide,For mouths innumerable multiplied.Feast holy, free, invincible like this,Claims the crowd's hunger, and their faith, I wis.R. Wi.
See, loaves in heaps, blest growth, spread far and wide,For mouths innumerable multiplied.Feast holy, free, invincible like this,Claims the crowd's hunger, and their faith, I wis.R. Wi.
Nunc scimus te habere daemonium.Joan. viii. 52.
Aut Deus, aut saltem daemon tibi notior esset,Gens mala, quae dicis daemona habere Deum.Ignorasse Deum poteras, ô caeca; sed oro,Et patrem poteras tam male nosse tuum?
Aut Deus, aut saltem daemon tibi notior esset,Gens mala, quae dicis daemona habere Deum.Ignorasse Deum poteras, ô caeca; sed oro,Et patrem poteras tam male nosse tuum?
Now we know Thee to have a devil.
God or the devil by youought better to be known,Ye wicked ones, who chargeyour God a devil to own.Ign'rant of God, indeed,ye well might be; but O,The devil, your own father,how could ye fail to know?G.
God or the devil by youought better to be known,Ye wicked ones, who chargeyour God a devil to own.Ign'rant of God, indeed,ye well might be; but O,The devil, your own father,how could ye fail to know?G.
In beatae Virginis verecundiam.
In gremio, quaeris, cur sic sua lumina VirgoPonat? ubi melius poneret illa, precor?O ubi, quam coelo, melius sua lumina ponat?Despicit, at coelum sic tamen illa videt.
In gremio, quaeris, cur sic sua lumina VirgoPonat? ubi melius poneret illa, precor?O ubi, quam coelo, melius sua lumina ponat?Despicit, at coelum sic tamen illa videt.
On the blessed Virgin's bashfulness.
That on her lap she casts her humble eye,'Tis the sweet pride of her humility.The faire starre is well fixt, for where, O, where,Could she have fixt it on a fairer spheare?'Tis Heav'n, 'tis Heav'n she sees, Heaven's God there lyes;She can see Heaven, and ne're lift up her eyes.This new guest to her eyes new lawes hath given:'Twas once looke up, 'tis now looke downe to Heaven.Cr.
That on her lap she casts her humble eye,'Tis the sweet pride of her humility.The faire starre is well fixt, for where, O, where,Could she have fixt it on a fairer spheare?'Tis Heav'n, 'tis Heav'n she sees, Heaven's God there lyes;She can see Heaven, and ne're lift up her eyes.This new guest to her eyes new lawes hath given:'Twas once looke up, 'tis now looke downe to Heaven.Cr.
In vulnera Dei pendentis.
O frontis, lateris, manuumque pedumque cruores;O quae purpureo flumina fonte patent:In nostram, ut quondam, pes non valet ire salutem,Sed natat; in fluviis, ah, natat ille suis.Fixa manus; dat, fixa: pios bona dextera roresDonat, et in donum solvitur ipsa suum.O latus, ô torrens; quis enim torrentior exitNilus, ubi pronis praecipitatur aquis?Mille et mille simul cadit et cadit undique guttisFrons: viden' ut saevus purpuret ora pudor?Spinae hoc irriguae florent crudeliter imbre,Inque novas sperant protinus ire rosas.Quisque capillus it exiguo tener alveus amne,Hoc quasi de rubro rivulus oceano.O nimium vivae pretiosis amnibus undae:Fons vitae nunquam verior ille fuit.
O frontis, lateris, manuumque pedumque cruores;O quae purpureo flumina fonte patent:In nostram, ut quondam, pes non valet ire salutem,Sed natat; in fluviis, ah, natat ille suis.Fixa manus; dat, fixa: pios bona dextera roresDonat, et in donum solvitur ipsa suum.O latus, ô torrens; quis enim torrentior exitNilus, ubi pronis praecipitatur aquis?Mille et mille simul cadit et cadit undique guttisFrons: viden' ut saevus purpuret ora pudor?Spinae hoc irriguae florent crudeliter imbre,Inque novas sperant protinus ire rosas.Quisque capillus it exiguo tener alveus amne,Hoc quasi de rubro rivulus oceano.O nimium vivae pretiosis amnibus undae:Fons vitae nunquam verior ille fuit.
On the wounds of our crucified Lord.
O bleeding wounds of brow, feet, hands, and side;Rivers which from a purple fount spread wide.No more to save us now that foot can go,But swims in streams which from its own wounds flow.Transfix'd His hand yet gives—gives dewdrops holy,And into its own gift is melted wholly.O side, O torrent; for with torrent strongWhat flooded Nile more swift is driven along?Drops from His brow in thousands fall and fall;See to His face a cruel blush they call.By this sad shower the thorns unkindly nurstSoon into new-blown roses hope to burst.Each hair becomes a slender streamlet's bed,As if a rivulet from this ocean red.O waves too much alive with precious streams,Nowhere a fount of life more truly gleams.[55]R. Wi.
O bleeding wounds of brow, feet, hands, and side;Rivers which from a purple fount spread wide.No more to save us now that foot can go,But swims in streams which from its own wounds flow.Transfix'd His hand yet gives—gives dewdrops holy,And into its own gift is melted wholly.O side, O torrent; for with torrent strongWhat flooded Nile more swift is driven along?Drops from His brow in thousands fall and fall;See to His face a cruel blush they call.By this sad shower the thorns unkindly nurstSoon into new-blown roses hope to burst.Each hair becomes a slender streamlet's bed,As if a rivulet from this ocean red.O waves too much alive with precious streams,Nowhere a fount of life more truly gleams.[55]R. Wi.
Quare cum Publicanis manducat Magister vester?Matt. ix. 11.
Ergo istis socium se peccatoribus addit?Ergo istis sacrum non negat ille latus?Tu, Pharisaee, rogas, Jesus cur fecerit istud?Nae dicam: Jesus, non Pharisaeus, erat.
Ergo istis socium se peccatoribus addit?Ergo istis sacrum non negat ille latus?Tu, Pharisaee, rogas, Jesus cur fecerit istud?Nae dicam: Jesus, non Pharisaeus, erat.
Wherefore eateth your Master with Publicans?
Wherefore associates He with sinners vile?Why hides He not His holy self the while?Askest thou, Pharisee, how this can be?Because 'tis Jesus, not a Pharisee.G.
Wherefore associates He with sinners vile?Why hides He not His holy self the while?Askest thou, Pharisee, how this can be?Because 'tis Jesus, not a Pharisee.G.
Ecce locus ubi jacuit Dominus.
Ipsum, ipsum, precor, ô potius mini, candide, monstra:Ipsi, ipsi ô lacrymis oro sit ire meis.Si monstrare locum satis est, et dicere nobis,En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus;Ipsa ulnas monstrare meas, et dicere possum,En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus.
Ipsum, ipsum, precor, ô potius mini, candide, monstra:Ipsi, ipsi ô lacrymis oro sit ire meis.Si monstrare locum satis est, et dicere nobis,En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus;Ipsa ulnas monstrare meas, et dicere possum,En, Maria, hic tuus en hic jacuit Dominus.
Φαίδιμέ, μοι αὐτὸν μᾶλλόν μοι δείκνυθι αὐτόν.Αὐτός μου, δέομαι, αὐτὸς ἔχῃ δάκρυα.Εἰ δὲ τόπον μοὶ δεικνύναι ἅλις ἐστὶ, καὶ εἰπεῖν,Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ·Ἀγκοίνας μου δεικνύναι δύναμαί γε καὶ εἰπεῖν,Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ.
Φαίδιμέ, μοι αὐτὸν μᾶλλόν μοι δείκνυθι αὐτόν.Αὐτός μου, δέομαι, αὐτὸς ἔχῃ δάκρυα.Εἰ δὲ τόπον μοὶ δεικνύναι ἅλις ἐστὶ, καὶ εἰπεῖν,Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ·Ἀγκοίνας μου δεικνύναι δύναμαί γε καὶ εἰπεῖν,Ὧδε τεὸς, Μαριὰμ, ἠνίδε, κεῖτο ἄναξ.
Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
Show me Himselfe, Himselfe, bright Sir, O showWhich way my poore tears to Himselfe may goe.Were it enough to show the place, and say,Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay;Then could I show these armes of mine, and say,Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay.
Show me Himselfe, Himselfe, bright Sir, O showWhich way my poore tears to Himselfe may goe.Were it enough to show the place, and say,Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay;Then could I show these armes of mine, and say,Looke, Mary, here, see where thy Lord once lay.
Vpon the sepulchre of our Lord.
Here, where our Lord once laid His head,Now the grave lies buried.Cr.
Here, where our Lord once laid His head,Now the grave lies buried.Cr.
Leprosi ingrati.Luc. xvii. 11-19.
Lex jubet ex hominum coetu procul ire leprosos:At mundi a Christo cur abiere procul?Non abit, at sedes tantum mutavit in illis;Et lepra, quae fuerat corpore, mente sedet.Sic igitur digna vice res variatur; et a seQuam procul ante homines, nunc habuere Deum.
Lex jubet ex hominum coetu procul ire leprosos:At mundi a Christo cur abiere procul?Non abit, at sedes tantum mutavit in illis;Et lepra, quae fuerat corpore, mente sedet.Sic igitur digna vice res variatur; et a seQuam procul ante homines, nunc habuere Deum.
The unthankful lepers. (Where are the nine?)
The Lord commands the lepersfar off from men to stay:But cleansèd by the Lord,why went the Nine away?The leprosy remaineth,chang'd only in its seat:Expellèd from the body,to the soul it makes retreat.Now by fit retributiona change is brought about:Before shut out from men,from God they're now shut out.G.
The Lord commands the lepersfar off from men to stay:But cleansèd by the Lord,why went the Nine away?The leprosy remaineth,chang'd only in its seat:Expellèd from the body,to the soul it makes retreat.Now by fit retributiona change is brought about:Before shut out from men,from God they're now shut out.G.
In cicatrices quas Christus habet in se adhuc superstites.Joan. xx.
Quicquid spina procax, vel stylo clavus acuto,Quicquid purpurea scripserat hasta nota,Vivit adhuc tecum; sed jam tua vulnera non sunt:Non, sed vulneribus sunt medicina meis.
Quicquid spina procax, vel stylo clavus acuto,Quicquid purpurea scripserat hasta nota,Vivit adhuc tecum; sed jam tua vulnera non sunt:Non, sed vulneribus sunt medicina meis.
On the still-surviving markes of our Saviour's wounds.
Whatever story of their crueltie,Or naile, or thorne, or speare have writ in Thee,Are in another senceStill legible;Sweet is the difference:Once I did spellEvery red letterA wound of Thine;Now, what is better,Balsome for mine.Cr.
Whatever story of their crueltie,Or naile, or thorne, or speare have writ in Thee,Are in another senceStill legible;Sweet is the difference:Once I did spellEvery red letterA wound of Thine;Now, what is better,Balsome for mine.Cr.
ANOTHER RENDERING.
Each bloody, cruel character,Thorn, nail, and spear had written,When here, as man's great Arbiter,On Calvary Thou wert smitten,Thou wearest still above, O Lord:But now no longer wounds they are;According to Thy Holy Word,They med'cine for my wounds declare.G.
Each bloody, cruel character,Thorn, nail, and spear had written,When here, as man's great Arbiter,On Calvary Thou wert smitten,Thou wearest still above, O Lord:But now no longer wounds they are;According to Thy Holy Word,They med'cine for my wounds declare.G.
Aeger implorat umbram D. Petri.Act. v. 15.
Petre, tua lateam paulisper, Petre, sub umbra:Sic mea me quaerent fata, nec invenient.Umbra dabit tua posse meum me cernere solem;Et mea lux umbrae sic erit umbra tuae.
Petre, tua lateam paulisper, Petre, sub umbra:Sic mea me quaerent fata, nec invenient.Umbra dabit tua posse meum me cernere solem;Et mea lux umbrae sic erit umbra tuae.
The sick implore St. Peter's shadow.
Under thy shadow may I lurke awhile,Death's busie search I'le easily beguile:Thy shadow, Peter, must show me the sun;My light's thy shadowe's shadow, or 'tis done.Cr.
Under thy shadow may I lurke awhile,Death's busie search I'le easily beguile:Thy shadow, Peter, must show me the sun;My light's thy shadowe's shadow, or 'tis done.Cr.
ANOTHER RENDERING.
O Peter, Peter, let thy shadow fallWhere I in wretchedness a-weary crawl:Here vainly shall my fates upon me call.Thy shadow me shall guide unto my sun—Whoe'er sought Him in truth, and was undone?—And so my light, thy shadow, shall be one.G.
O Peter, Peter, let thy shadow fallWhere I in wretchedness a-weary crawl:Here vainly shall my fates upon me call.Thy shadow me shall guide unto my sun—Whoe'er sought Him in truth, and was undone?—And so my light, thy shadow, shall be one.G.
Quid turbati estis? Videte manus meas et pedes, quia ego ipse sum.Luc. xxiv. 39.
En me et signa mei, quondam mea vulnera: certe,Vos nisi credetis, vulnera sunt et adhuc.O nunc ergo fidem sanent mea vulnera vestram:O mea nunc sanet vulnera vestra fides.
En me et signa mei, quondam mea vulnera: certe,Vos nisi credetis, vulnera sunt et adhuc.O nunc ergo fidem sanent mea vulnera vestram:O mea nunc sanet vulnera vestra fides.
Why are ye troubled?... Behold My hands and My feet, that it is I myself.
'Tis I; behold My proofs, My wounds of old;Wounds which still bleed, if you will not believe.O, now to heal your faith My wounds behold,And healing from your faith My wounds receive.
'Tis I; behold My proofs, My wounds of old;Wounds which still bleed, if you will not believe.O, now to heal your faith My wounds behold,And healing from your faith My wounds receive.
In vincula Petro sponte delapsa, et apertas fores.Act. xii. 7, 10.
Ferri non meminit ferrum: se vincula PetroDissimulant: nescit carcer habere fores.Quam bene liber erit, carcer quem liberat! ipsaVincula quem solvunt, quam bene tutus erit!
Ferri non meminit ferrum: se vincula PetroDissimulant: nescit carcer habere fores.Quam bene liber erit, carcer quem liberat! ipsaVincula quem solvunt, quam bene tutus erit!
The chains spontaneously fell from Peter, and the (prison)-doors opened.
Iron forgets 'tis iron;the chains dissemble too;Nor has the prison doorsfor Peter now.Free truly is that pris'nerwho by the prison's freed;Whom chains themselves unbindfree is indeed.
Iron forgets 'tis iron;the chains dissemble too;Nor has the prison doorsfor Peter now.Free truly is that pris'nerwho by the prison's freed;Whom chains themselves unbindfree is indeed.
Deferebantur a corpore ejus sudaria, &c.Act. xix. 12.
Imperiosa premunt morbos, et ferrea fatiJura ligant, Pauli lintea tacta manu.Unde haec felicis laus est et gloria lini?Haec, reor, e Lachesis pensa fuere colo.
Imperiosa premunt morbos, et ferrea fatiJura ligant, Pauli lintea tacta manu.Unde haec felicis laus est et gloria lini?Haec, reor, e Lachesis pensa fuere colo.
From his body there were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs, &c.
They quell disease, and sway Fate's iron bands,These lordly linen cloths touched by Paul's hands.Whence rose the glory of their happy fame?From the Fates' distaff, sure, these kerchiefs came.R. Wi.
They quell disease, and sway Fate's iron bands,These lordly linen cloths touched by Paul's hands.Whence rose the glory of their happy fame?From the Fates' distaff, sure, these kerchiefs came.R. Wi.
Christus vitis ad vinitorem Patrem.Joan. xv. 1-6.
En serpit tua, purpureo tua palmite vitisSerpit, et, ah, spretis it per humum foliis.Tu viti succurre tuae, mi Vinitor ingens:Da fulcrum; fulcrum da mihi: quale? crucem.
En serpit tua, purpureo tua palmite vitisSerpit, et, ah, spretis it per humum foliis.Tu viti succurre tuae, mi Vinitor ingens:Da fulcrum; fulcrum da mihi: quale? crucem.
Christ the Vine to the Vinedresser-Father.
Lo, Thy vine trails, trails with a purple shoot,Scatt'ring its leaves before it beareth fruit.Succour Thy vine, great Vinedresser, from loss:Support, support me, Lord: how? With Thy cross.G.
Lo, Thy vine trails, trails with a purple shoot,Scatt'ring its leaves before it beareth fruit.Succour Thy vine, great Vinedresser, from loss:Support, support me, Lord: how? With Thy cross.G.
Pene persuades mihi ut fiam Christianus.Act. xxvi. 28.
Pene? quid hoc pene est? Vicinia saeva salutis!O quam tu malus es proximitate boni!Ah, portu qui teste perit, bis naufragus ille est;Hunc non tam pelagus, quam sua terra premit.Quae nobis spes vix absunt, crudelius absunt:Pene sui felix, emphasis est miseri.
Pene? quid hoc pene est? Vicinia saeva salutis!O quam tu malus es proximitate boni!Ah, portu qui teste perit, bis naufragus ille est;Hunc non tam pelagus, quam sua terra premit.Quae nobis spes vix absunt, crudelius absunt:Pene sui felix, emphasis est miseri.
Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.
Almost?What word is this we hear?O doubly lost, with heaven so near!To perish in the neighbourhoodOf vast but unavailing good!He shipwreck undergoes twice o'erWho perishes in sight of shore,And less by ocean is o'ercomeThan by that hopeless glimpse of home.The hopes that almost seem our ownLeave all the keener sting when gone;And just to miss felicityIs but emphatic misery.Cl.
Almost?What word is this we hear?O doubly lost, with heaven so near!To perish in the neighbourhoodOf vast but unavailing good!He shipwreck undergoes twice o'erWho perishes in sight of shore,And less by ocean is o'ercomeThan by that hopeless glimpse of home.The hopes that almost seem our ownLeave all the keener sting when gone;And just to miss felicityIs but emphatic misery.Cl.
Lux venit in mundum, sed dilexerunt homines magis tenebras quam lucem.Joan. iii. 19.
Luce sua venit ecce Deus, mundoque refulget;Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas.At Stygiis igitur mundus damnabitur umbris:Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas?
Luce sua venit ecce Deus, mundoque refulget;Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas.At Stygiis igitur mundus damnabitur umbris:Pergit adhuc tenebras mundus amare suas?
But men loved darkness rather than light.