41 THE HOLY CHILD JESUS, AND HIS MOTHER. BY THE REV. CHARLES B. TAYLER. "Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart."-LUKE ii. 19. MOTHER of that mysterious mortal birth, To bear its pain and sorrow, shame and scorn: Of that most holy Child, Thou, of all womankind most blessed, most forlorn! Who could portray thy feelings deep and calm, Its musings undefined, Its memories sadly sweet, its joys supremely blest? G Was there no cloud to dim the prospect bright From aged Simeon's word, To thrill thy tender heart with dark foreboding fears? Or did each dim and gathering shade arise, Its bloom and brightness bring, To banish from thine heart the distant wintry day? Didst thou forget the terrors of that night, Had found a safe retreat, Far from the lovely vales of your delightful land? |