Frustra illum increpitant, frustra vaga saxa: nec illi Grandinis, 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 rock Of your obdurate hearts that gives him pain. G. XXXIX. _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 nobis Exilio, 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 thus As our place of banishment. G. XL. _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. _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 thirst Bee 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. XLI. _Quaerit Jesum suum beata Virgo._ Luc. ii. 45. Ah, redeas miserae, redeas, puer alme, parenti; Ah, neque te cœlis tam cito redde tuis. Coelum nostra tuum fuerint, ô, brachia, si te Nostra 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 arms the great God might be found.[51] G. XLII. _Non sum dignus ut sub tecta mea venias._ Matt. viii. 8. In tua tecta Deus veniet: tuus haud sinit illud Et pudor atque humili in pectore celsa fides. Illum ergo accipies, quoniam non accipis: ergo In te jam veniet, non tua tecta Deus.[52] _I am not worthy that Thou shouldst come under my roofe._