Happy the man who was endu'd with sight, And saw a day well worth so long a night: Happy the eye, twice happy is the eye, That sees, and at first look, a Deity. B. ANOTHER VERSION. Thrice-happy eye, that after such dark night-- Day worthy night so dark--couldst see the light: O happy eye, eye thrice and four times blest, At once to ope, and upon God to rest. A. CXLVII. _Et ridebant illum._ Matt. ix. 24. Luctibus in tantis, Christum ridere vacabat? Vanior iste fuit risus, an iste dolor? Luctibus in tantis hic vester risus inepti, Credite mi, meruit maximus esse dolor. _And they laughed at Him._ Laughter at Christ the Saviour-- Laughter 'mid falling tears! O, which show'd greater folly, Vain laughter or vain fears? Such laughter 'mid such sorrow, O fools, ye may believe: Such laughter in such Presence Gave greatest cause to grieve. G. CXLVIII. _In sapientiam seculi._ Matt. xi. 25. Noli altum sapere, hoc veteres voluere magistri, Ne retrahat lassos alta ruina gradus. Immo mihi dico, Noli sapuisse profundum: Non ego ad infernum me sapuisse velim. _The wisdom of the world._ 'Aim not at things too high,' 'twas said of old, 'Lest ruin thence o'ertake thee, over-bold.' For me to dive too deep I think not well: I would not have my knowledge deep as hell. CL. CXLIX. _In stabulum ubi natus est Dominus._ Illa domus stabulum? non est, Puer auree, non est: Illa domus, qua tu nasceris, est stabulum? Illa domus toto domus est pulcherrima mundo; Vix coelo dici vult minor illa tuo.[79] Cernis ut illa suo passim domus ardeat auro? Cernis ut effusis rideat illa rosis? Sive aurum non est, nec quae rosa rideat illic; Ex oculis facile est esse probare tuis. Οἶκος ὅδ' ἐστ' αὐλή; οὐ μή. τεὸς οἶκος, Ἰησοῦ, Ἔν θ' ᾧ τὺ τίκτῃ αὔλιον οὐ πέλεται. Οἴκων μὲν πάντων μάλα δὴ κάλλιστος ἐκεῖνος· Οὐρανοῦ οὐδὲ τεοῦ μικρότερος πέλεται. Ἠνίδε κεῖνο νέῳ δῶμ' ἐμπυρίζετο χρυσῷ, Ἠνίδε κεῖνο νέοις δῶμα ῥόδοισι γελᾷ. Ἤν ῥόδον οὐχὶ γελᾷ, ἢν οὐδέ τε χρυσὸς ἐκεῖθεν· Ἐκ σοῦ δ' ὀφθαλμῶν ἐστιν ἐλεγχέμεναι. _On the stable where our Lord was born._ That house a stable? nay, bright Infant, nay: Where Thou art born--a stable do we say? Of mansions in this world fairest of all, That house but little less than heaven we call. Seest thou that house with golden splendour flush? Seest thou that house with scatter'd roses blush? There is no gold, no rose there laughing lies: It is the light that falls from His fair eyes. A. CL. _S. Stephanus amicis suis, funus sibi curantibus._ Act. vii. 57-60.