Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Nor heart conceived that rest,

With them our good things long deferred,
With Jesus Christ our Best.

We weep because the night is long,
We laugh, for day shall rise,
We sing a slow contented song

And knock at Paradise.

Weeping we hold Him fast Who wept

And will not let Him go except

He bless us first or last.

Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;
We will not let Him go

Till daybreak smite our wearied sight,
And summer smite the snow :

Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
Shall coo the livelong day;

Then He shall say, "Arise, My love,

My fair one, come away.”

More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The winepress of the wrath of God."

"Not so Christ:

Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist."

"If I bleed,

His feet have bled: yea, in my need
His Heart once bled for mine indeed."

"Sweet,

THE WORLD.

thou art young."

"So He was young

Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung."

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Look, thou art fair.”

"He was more fair

Than men, Who deigned for me to wear
A visage marred beyond compare."

"And thou hast riches."

"Daily bread:

All else is His; Who living, dead,

For me lacked where to lay His Head."

"And life is sweet."

"It was not so

To Him, Whose Cup did overflow

With mine unutterable woe."

THE DEVIL.

"Thou drinkest deep."

“When Christ would sup

He drained the dregs from out my cup:

So how should I be lifted up?"

"Thou shalt win Glory."

"In the skies,

Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes

Lest they should look on vanities."

“Thou shalt have Knowledge."

"Helpless dust,

In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust:
Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just."

"And Might."

"Get thee behind me. Lord,

Who hast redeemed and not abhorred

My soul, O keep it by Thy Word."

ONE CERTAINTY.

SONNET.

VANITY of vanities, the Preacher saith,

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All things are vanity. The eye and ear
Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.
Like early dew, or like the sudden breath
Of wind, or like the grass that withereth,

Is man, tossed to and fro by hope and fear :
So little joy hath he, so little cheer,

Till all things end in the long dust of death.
To-day is still the same as yesterday,

To-morrow also even as one of them;
And there is nothing new under the sun:
Until the ancient race of Time be run,

The old thorns shall grow out of the old stem, And morning shall be cold, and twilight gray.

"O

CHRISTIAN AND JEW.

A DIALOGUE.

HAPPY happy land!

Angels like rushes stand

About the wells of light."

'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight: Hold fast my hand.”.

"As in a soft wind, they

Bend all one blessed way,

Each bowed in his own glory, star with star.”

"I cannot see so far,

Here shadows are.".

"White-winged the cherubim,

Yet whiter seraphim,

Glow white with intense fire of love.".

"Mine eyes are dim:

I look in vain above, And miss their hymn."

"Angels, Archangels cry One to other ceaselessly (I hear them sing)

One Holy, Holy, Holy,' to their King.".

"I do not hear them, I.”—