Vr- * jt n A I 1*1 ei aor *tr*->' ,,,,,^-. 1 ^|-»: =^Zl3r^S 4— - " : . _ ^^Ieze^^l Ssfer-^3 *t%\* *^^-~-"^m^N^ kSM-^ at mi \t •'rSiriB i Iv^^r ^i^«^' HBBHH H 'v'-. ;"'• 1 ^^^HI^HI BBBE3 BrSMiWfwSy3 FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY SC5 " The spot was sacred, — ruined arch and column, The traceried window, and the altar-staiu" — Poj/e 15. N/ AUTUMN MEMORIES * » AND OTHER VERSES BV THE VICAK OF S. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS, COVENTRY WITH TEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOEX LEIGHTOX, F.S.A., AND E. F. C. CLARKE THIRD THOUSAND LONDON HOULST N AND VY RICH T 65, TATERXOSTER ROW MDCCCLXIX. LONDON : PRINTED BY J. AND W. KIDER, BARTHOLOMEW CLOSE. TO THE ftaunttzz of ^ubsfjorfc, THE FOLLOWING VERSES, WITH MUCH REGARD, AND BY HER LADYSHIP'S KIND PERMISSION, PREFATORY NOTE. I have been asked more than once to collect together the few Verses and Hymns that are found in this little Volume. Some of them have found their way into many of our Church Hymnals, and others have ministered consolation and solace to weary and sorrowing hearts. The fact that the first edition has been exhausted in the space of a few weeks is a gratifying proof that the request of my friends was not altogether unreasonable. That these Hymns may continue to be of service to the Church Militant here upon earth is my highest wish, as it must ever be my fullest reward. E. H. B. Easter, vdccclxix CONTENTS. Page By the Lake 11 In the Cloisters 13 Among the Ruins 15 At Sea 17 By the Shore 18 S. Michael's, Coventry 20 In Memoriam 24 For I Know their Sorrow* 26 Lent . 29 They shall look upon Me "Whom they have Pierced . 31 Good Friday 35 The Holy Communion 37 My Flesh is Meat indeed 39 Easter 40 The Lord's Supper 44 And when they had sung an Hymn 45 The Early Sacrament 49 Vlll CONTENTS. Page Sunday Evening 51 The Queen's Accession . . . . . .53 A Vision of the Crusades 55 Confirmation 61 He asked Life of Thee 63 "The Sea of Glass, Mingled with Fire" . . .67 The First Sunday in Lent 71 Easter Day 75 The Last Night of the Old Year 77 %utumn gUuwrus. BY THE LAKE. ^^jC/? EMMED in by mountains, girdled with if f§' M\ dark pines, /l' i I* ^ e ^ a ^" e ^ s ^ ee P m g j no ^ a ruffle stirred 0^^ wli Its deep, calm waters, and the lengthening lines Of shadow kissed its breast : no sound was heard. Above, the clouds were coursing through the sky, Save where there gleamed a deep of purest blue ; And one star, like a signal lamp on high, Into a form of wondrous beauty grew. = ±i sparkled clear, like that strange Star of ill . old V^\A That led the wise men o'er their weary «*1 way, Till they had brought their frankincense and gold, And worshipped where the world's Redeemer lay. B 12 AUTUMN MEMORIES. I stood beside the margin ; 'twas a sea Of glass ; faint ripples dreamed along the shore : I wondered if more beautiful could be The Land where seas and stars shall be no more. And then I thought me of that lake of old Where once the Master 'mid the darkness trod, And at His word the angry billows rolled Their foam into a calm, and owned their God. Then o'er me came faint glimpses of a stream Whose waves make glad the City up above ; Lit up for £ver by the sunny gleam, Reflecting only heavenly light and love. Oh, when the storms of life have ceased to beat, Safe to the haven where we all would be, Lord Jesu, bring our worn and wandering feet, Beside the margin of the Crystal Sea. AUTUMN MEMORIES. 13 lAT-i M II. IN THE CLOISTERS. AKD by the lake, girt with its forest zone, The Abbey stands, — relic of days' gone ty: The ivy clambers o'er the crumbling stone, And mosses sleep where the dead calmly He. Amid the ruins, o'er the chancel floor, The dank weeds thicken, and the rains descend ; The choir of voices sweet is heard no more, Nor to the altar priests their footsteps wend. But memories cluster round the chapel grey, And, lingering there, we live the past again, And seem to hear, adown the lonely way, The priestly footfall, and the solemn strain. Still falls the yew tree's shadow on the aisle, Wearing its crown of life amid decay ; Catching in early morn the sun's warm smile, Watching the stars gleam till the break of day, 14 AUTUMN MEMORIES. Wait a few years, and that dark yew shall fade : But the true-hearted in their cloistered bed Shall wake to life immortal, and, arrayed In robes of white, safe to their home be led. That home, the Temple time can never dim ; — No shadows frown, and no sad tears are there. Oh, at the last, to join that ceaseless hymn, The crown of all His perfected to wear ! AUTUMN MEMORIES. 15 III. AMONG THE RUINS. \';V? QUIET autumn eve. The sun was flinging Long deepening shadows on the purple hill; And, save the vespers happy birds were f\ singing, ^ Or the faint sheep-bell, all was hushed and still. tC The spot was sacred, — ruined arch and column, The traceried window, and the altar-stair, Told of a worship, catholic and solemn, That in the ages gone was offered there. But now the porch, o'ergrown with weeds and grasses, Leads only to the crumbling aisle and nave ; Along the groined roof the stray bat passes, While through the transepts winter tempests rave. But 'mid the ruins, all unmarred and stately, A large stone Cross lifted its solemn head ; The steps were worn, and the sight moved me greatly; It seemed to speak of Life amongst the dead. 16 AUTUMN MEMORIES. Emblem and shadow of a truth, still deeper, — He who in Christ's dear Cross hath healing found, Shall safe be garnered by the Angel Reaper, And stand secure upon the Holy Ground. Christ, the merciful High Priest and holy, Keep Thou these hearts from desolation free ; And from their inner shrine, made pure and lowly, Let worship rise like incense up to Thee. Cleanse them from earthly dross, Thou true Refiner, Thy living light upon their dimness pour ; Until we see Thee in the land diviner, And with the Angels tread the Golden Floor. AUTUMN MEMORIES. 17 IV. AT SEA. OBED like a king, with coronet of gold, Grandly the sun went down beneath the sea, Flushing the waves with amber as they rolled, And opening up the deeps of heaven to me. Around, — the waste of waters, the white foam Gathering in snowy flakes and glittering spray ; Above, — the clouds, like great cathedral dome, All tinted with the hues of dying day. Yet this vast ocean, with its restless tides, He holdeth in the hollow of His hand ; The clouds, the chariot where His glory rides, And but His footstool all the peopled land ! Might and Majesty ! all thought above ! How eloquent these billows are of Thee ! depth untold ! mystery of love, To know that outstretched Hand was pierced for me ! 18 AUTUMN MEMORIES. V. BY THE SHORE HE sun had set in glory ; clouds of gold Were fringed with wondrous purple ; crimson bars Reddened the foaming billows as they rolled, Till from heaven's blue gleamed out the silent stars. Then passed the Moon up to her queenly throne, The waters flashed with gems and glit- tering ore ; All earth was hushed to stillness, save the moan Of the monotonous waves along the shore. I watched the strange clouds as they floated by, Some dark and murky, with a threatening glare ; Some white and fleecy mounting up the sky, Like veiled angels on a shadowy stair. BY THE SHORE. 10 And while I gazed I wondered what might be The new, diviner Land for which we wait ; For earth itself, from stain of evil free, Would gleam with glory from the Golden Gate. But there no clouds shall gather, and no more The ocean rage — emblem of deep unrest ; No storms shall sweep across that radiant shore, No night shall shroud that City of the blest ! This earth is beautiful ; o'er land and sea The mighty shadow of God's thought is cast ; But brighter far the Home that is to be, — Christ ! receive us to that Home at last ! 20 AUTUMN MEMORIES. S. MICHAEL'S, COVENTRY. " Dugdale mentions this church as being first named in the time of King Stephen, who came to the throne in 1135 a.d., and in whose reign it was given, by the name of the Chapel of S. Michael, to the monks of Coventry by Ranulph, Earl of Chester. The tower was commenced in 1373, and completed in 1394. " The tower and spire of S. Michael's Church, taken together, present one of the finest examples of Early Perpendicular architecture, and of the steeples which rise from the ground it has no superior in England, taking its height in proportion to its base. Salisbury and Norwich steeples are higher, but their height is less apparent, from the great breadth of base from which they rise. The entire height of tower and spire is 303 feet ; the length of the church is 303 feet, and the greatest breadth 127. The interior of this majestic structure, which is the largest parish church in England, consists of nave, chancel, and four aisles. The long lines of tall and graceful columns, supporting arches of vast span, together with the noble range of venerable clerestory windows and the fine oaken-ribbed roof, form a glorious and impressive piece of church scenery." — Taunton's " History of Coventry -," pp. 131, 134. HEY tell us that the ages long gone by Were dark and dim, with only light of stars ; That truth and freedom were but left to die "Within strong prison bars. It may be so ; and yet, for loftiest thought, For rare self-sacrifice and plenteous gold, With willing hearts for God's high service brought, They were brave days of old. 21 s. Michael's, Coventry. 23 Look at this glorious building ! how it stands Midway 'twixt earth and heaven j a stately pile, Where Faith may worship with uplifted hands Within its solemn aisle. I gaze at early morning, when the light Streams through the eastern windows, strong and fair, Scattering its coloured glories, wondrous bright, Along the marble stair. I gaze at noontide, when the golden glow Flushes with life each arch and column high : I rest beneath its shadow, and I know It makes Heaven seem more nigh ; At even, when the moonbeams, cold and clear, Strew with weird phantoms all the silent floor ; And in the stillness nave and aisle appear More marvellous than before. wealth of beauty ! joy perpetual ! Vision of splendour ! with thy shadowy Spire, Meet type and emblem of the jasper wall, And of the heavenly Choir. Fair temple of our God ! long may'st thou stand, The shrine of Jesus, storehouse of His grace, Until we reach the bright and perfect Land, And see Him face to face. 24 AUTUMN MEMORIES. IN MEMORIAM. BONCHURCH. 13th Sunday after Trinity, mdccclxiii. NEVEK can forget that Sunday night, I sat alone beside the burial sod, I watched the moon sail o'er her sea of light, And the dear stars of God. No sound disturbed the stillness of that time, Save the low murmur of the restless wave, A seeming echo to the Church bell's chime, Beside that cross-crowned grave. I thought of those whose struggles all were o'er In the calm rest of God's untroubled sleep ; Of white-robed saints upon the tideless shore, Where none may toil or weep. And then I thought of that far better Land, From every storm and darkening tempest free, Where never billow sobs upon the strand, For there is no more sea. IN MEMORIAM. 25 Until I almost longed to be at rest From life's exceeding sorrow and its care ; To join, e'en now, the anthems of the blest, Their perfect gladness share. But while I dreamed of God's eternal Home, Watching the shadows as they flitted by, Voices all dear and earnest seemed to come From out the grave and sky, Bidding me work while it is called To-day ; To suffer, if He will, and so be strong ; To use His blessed gifts as best I may, For no true life is long. Thus, from this lonely tomb beside the shore, I learnt the lesson, — hardest yet the best ; — I will be patient — I will dream no more, And He will give me rest. 26 AUTUMN MEMORIES. FOR I KNOW THEIR SORROWS. V^2> «! V HEN across the heart deep waves of sorrow Break, as on a dry and barren shore ; When Hope glistens with no bright to- morrow, And the storm seems sweeping evermore j When the cup of every earthly gladness Bears no taste of the life-giving stream, And high hopes, as though to mock our sadness, Fade and die as in some fitful dream : Who shall hush the weary spirit's chiding, Who the aching void within shall fill ! Who shall whisper of a peace abiding, And each surging billow calmly still 1 Only He whose wounded heart was broken With the bitter Cross and thorny Crown, Whose dear love glad words of joy had spoken, Who His life for us laid meekly down. Blessed Healer ! all our burdens lighten ; Give us PeaCe, Thine own sweet Peace, we pray ; Keep us near Thee till the Morn shall brighten, And all mists and shadows flee away ! 28 . AUTUMN MEMORIES. 29 LENT. ft OW long and deep the shadows of our Lent, Flung o'er its penitential forty days, With here and there a ray of sunshine sent From Sunday's gladness and its burst of praise ! Our sins and sorrows, like some surging tide, Wave after wave, beat o'er our struggling life, The deeds of darkness that we fain would hide — The broken vow, the fainting in the strife. Helpless and sad, Christ, we come to Thee! Thou for our sake wast to the desert led, S Unharmed didst cross temptation's stormy sea, That we, Thy children, might be comforted. In all points tempted, e'en as we are now, Man Divine ! like to Thy brethren made, The thorny crown girdled Thy sacred Brow, That weary hearts might look to Thee for aid. 30 AUTUMN MEMORIES. Thy cross, upreared on Calvary's altar high, The nail-print, and the Side so rudely riven, The mid-day darkness and the piercing cry, Tell the glad story of our sin forgiven. Thus to our hearts the long, long gloom of Lent, Leading us on to Easter's brightest glow, Becomes a living type and sacrament Of all God's discipline of love below. The bitter first, and then the endless sweet, The hard, rough way, and then the golden floor, The fiery furnace, then nor sun nor heat, The Cross, and then the Crown for evermore ! AUTUMN MEMORIES. 31 THEY SHALL LOOK UPON ME WHOM THEY HAVE PIERCED. (a fragment.) SALEM ! for thy long drear night of woe, ^ What tears of bitterest grief might justly flow! But though at morning's dawn and even- ing's close Thy wandering children find no sweet repose — Though exiled now, 'mid many an alien throng Scattered and lone — a byword and a song — Though Israel be not gathered,* and the cry Of " Allah " rises proudly to the sky, As still at eventide those massive stones Send a sad echo to their yearning moans : Fear not, Sion ! wipe thy tearful eyes — Shake off thy bands, and from the dust arise ! Thy dead shall live — the bones all dry and pale,f "With moving myriads shall fill the vale ; Isa. xlix. 5. f Isa. xxvi. 19. 32 AUTUMN MEMORIES. For those few tombs that now bestrew the sod, So shall thy seed be, as the stars of God ! E'en now the gloomy shadows flee away, And Faith exulting waits the break of day ! I know not if the visions glimpsed of old, In glowing strains by gifted prophets told, Shall find their full fruition 'neath a sky Where sorrow reigns, and all are born to die ! Nor if on Sion's summit e'er again Shall rise the turrets of a statelier fane ; And, brought to their ancestral home once more, Ephraim and Judah, side by side, adore : But this I know — o'er all their darkened sight Their God shall pour a flood of holiest light : They shall behold — and as they gaze shall mourn* — The spotless Lamb who all "their griefs hath borne : Before His Cross— the true Messiah — fall ; The Man of Sorrows — yet the Lord of all ! And this I know — in Sion's fairer shrine, From Eden's ruins reared, by power Divine, As precious stones they shall for ever stand, ']\Jid jewels garnered by no mortal Hand. E'en now Heaven's azure portals wide unfold ; I catch the echoing strains from harps of gold : Nearest the Throne, with blaze of glory dim, Thy sons, Judah, chant the loftiest hymn ! And Israel's ransomed multitudes are seen Casting their orowns before the " Nazarene." * Zech. xii. 10. H€ * SVFF€R€I>-rt,nD -WAS • BVRI€P 'U v T , 7 J/ AUTUMN MEMORIES. 35 GOOD FRIDAY. vjfW _ DAY of sorrow, deeper than our thought, When Christ our Passover for us was slain, When He with price of Blood our pardon bought, His loss our endless gain. \ Day of woe, and unknown agony, When "by the margin of the shadowy dead, The Christ sent up that bitter, sweetest cry, Lo, "It is finished!" }- ,;iC^-i>^^i>io:'^Tr-iCC:^3gr^gI^ CHANCEL OF S. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS, COVENTKY AUTUMN MEMORIES. 61 CONFIRMATION. " Promise unto the Lord your God, and keep it.' OLY Spirit, Lord of glory, Look on us, Thy flock, to-day, Meekly kneeling at Thine altar, For Thy sevenfold gifts we pray ; Guide us all our earthly journey In the true and narrow way. Foes on every hand are round us, And our hearts are weak and frail ; Gird us with Thy heavenly armour, Never let us yield or quail ; Give us victory in the struggle When the hosts of sin assaiL Blessed Jesu ! draw Thou near us, As before Thy Cross we bow, Help us to be true and faithful, Seal our sacramental vow ; We Thy soldiers are and servants, Hear our solemn promise now ! 62 AUTUMN MEMOKIES. Lead us by Thy Hand so pierced, Through the waste, with evil rife, Feed us with the Heavenly -Manna, That we faint not in the strife ; Slake our weary spirits thirsting With the "Wine of endless Life. Looking ever unto Jesus, Leaning on His staff and rod, May we follow in His footsteps, Tread the path that Jesus trod ; Till we dwell with Him for ever In the Paradise of God ! — Amen. AUTUMN MEMORIES. 63 "HE ASKED LIFE OF THEE, AND THOU GAVEST HIM A LONG LIFE, EVEN FOR EVER AND EVER. 1 ' E is not dead," but only lieth sleeping In the sweet refuge of his Master's Breast, And far away from sorrow, toil, and weeping, "He is not dead," but only taking rest. What though the highest hopes he dearly cherished, j" All faded gently as the setting sun ; ^ What though our own fond expectations perished, Ere yet life's noblest labour seemed begun : What though he standeth at no earthly altar, — Yet in white raiment, on the golden floor, Where love is perfect and no step can falter, He serveth as a Priest for evermore ! 64 AUTUMN MEMORIES. glorious end of life's short day of sadness ! O blessed course so well and nobly run ! home of true and everlasting gladness ! crown unfading ! and so early won ! Though tears will fall, we bless Thee, our Father, For the dear One for ever with the blest, And wait the Easter dawn when Thou shalt gather Thine own, long parted, to their endless rest. AUTUMN MEMORIES. 67 " THE SEA OF GLASS, MINGLED WITH FIRE." SEA of glass, — calm, infinite depths of ocean, Across whose shoreless waves no tempests beat, Nor heaving billows in their wild commotion - Foam out their angry heat. vision fair, mystery of wonder, Sure type of heaven's unbroken harmony, The wave and flame no longer kept asunder, Fire mingles with the sea ! The fire of endless love — the full reflection Of the great sunlight of the Master's face, And all the children of the Eesurrection Held in His sweet embrace ! Far on that sea in beauty all-excelling, Firm as those waves of old that Jesus trod, The white-robed saints, glad songs of triumph swelling, Stand with the harps of God. 68 AUTUMN MEMORIES. but to catch, amid some dream-like slumber, Faint echoes of that anthem deep and high, Sung by the multitude no man can number Beneath that cloudless sky ! Hush ! like the distant sound of billows roaring, Or booming of the thunder far away, 1 hear the strain that floats from saints adoring Amid that perfect day. 'Tis the same song oft sung by faltering voices Of pilgrims weary, with their bleeding feet ; That now the ransomed host for aye rejoices Upon the golden street. Worthy the Lamb ! we sing it in our sadness, As to His cross we cling, that cross we love ; Worthy the Lamb ! they chant with endless gladness In the bright choir above. song of songs ! all other far exceeding, Full of His love, unfathomed and unpriced, That tells us of the suffering, dying, bleeding, And ever-living Christ ! Upon that sea of glass, all storms passed o'er us, With the whole Church before the great I AM, may I join that everlasting chorus Of Moses and the Lamb ! 70 AUTUMN MEMORIES. 71 THE FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. " Then was Je9us led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil." — S. Matt. iv. 1. " Then the devil leaveth Him, and, behold, angels came and ministered unto Him." — S. Matt. iv. 11. P, from the fresh and pure Baptismal wave, Where lingered yet the shadow of the Dove; Up, from the echo of that Voice which gave The sweet assurance of His Father's love ; Into the desert- waste, so lone and drear, "Whose burning sands no mark of foot- prints bore, And the weird silence of the rock and mere Was startled only by the wild beasts' roar.* Led to be tempted, when the forty days Of that long Fast had run their weary 1 1 1 round, I There, face to face, to meet the Tempter's i gaze, And win the Victory on the well-fought ground. * " And was with the wild beasts." — S. Mark i. 13. 72 AUTUMN MEMORIES. The struggle o'er, — swift from the Golden Gate A thousand Angel feet that desert trod, And with adoring love around Him wait, — The Son of Mary and the Son of God ! We wander through the desert, still beset With sharp temptations and full many a snare ; With tears of sorrow oft our eyes are wet, And scarce at times we falter forth our prayer. Yet in the conflict — in each darkest hour, When storms sweep wildly o'er life's troubled sea, When almost fainting 'neath the Tempter's power, Oh, suffering Jesus ! we will look to Thee ! And Thou wilt give us strength, and in Thy might We shall o'ercome, and in the " little while," Behold, in wonder, not the Angels' light, But, better far, Thine own approving smile. " But now on Easter day when blessed spring Hath flusht with beauty all the smiling land. ■Page 75 AUTUMN MEMORIES. 75 EASTER DAY. ^yP^jP OW hard it was in dark November's gloom To join the high thanksgiving, as we stood With throb of sorrow round that quiet tomb, " We bless Thee," our Father wise and good ! It seemed so strange, with breaking hearts, to raise High o'er the "ashes and the dust to dust " The chant of triumph and the song of praise, That told of surest hope and endless trust. But now on Easter Day, when blessed Spring Hath flusht with beauty all the smiling land, And hills and fruitful valleys laugh and sing For all the bounties of her liberal hand, We seem to scan with keener glance of faith, And deeper insight, life's strange mystery ; To hear the " comfortable word " which saith, " How blest are they, in Jesus Christ, who die ! " 76 AUTUMN MEMORIES. They only leave the long, sad earthly Lent, Oft dark with sorrow and oft dim with tears ; They only strike with joy their desert tent, For the bright Home of the Eternal Years ! And Easter dawns for them, — a cloudless Day, Whose Sun of radiant splendour ne'er goes down They bore the Cross through all the desert way, And now they wear the Victor's fadeless Crown ! Joy of Easter ! Light of endless Life, How sweet thy thoughts of solace are to me ! 1 hear the promise, through each bitter strife, That " where I am, there shall My servant be ! " And so we thank Thee, Father, who in love Watchest with sleepless eye each burial sod ; Our Easter light shall point to joys above, And the one Home of all the Sons of God ! A.UTUMN MEMORIES. 77 THE LAST NIGHT OF THE OLD YEAR. WATCHED the Old Year as it lay a-dying, The moon's cold light fell on the darkened bed, I heard the winds their Requieseat sighing Over his weary head. His work was done ; and like a warrior olden, The hard fight o'er, he laid his armour down, And passed all silent through the portal golden, Where gleams the victor's crown. What a strange life it was ! Oh, if the story Of all its joys and sorrows could be known, How would dark shadows, mingling with its glory, Round its whole course be thrown ! How many tears have fallen hot and thickly ; How many wounded hearts, with anguish sore, Have uttered the deep longing, "Oc ome quickly ; Our buried hopes restore ! " 78 AUTUMN MEMORIES. How many blessed gifts of truest gladness His own dear Hand has scattered on our way ! How oft His voice of love amid our sadness, Turned darkness into day ! Old dying Year, thy memories are dearer Than any of thy grandsires gone before ; I feel as though thy waves had brought me nearer To the Eternal Shore. 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