Thou spare one,

Spare yet one more to love Thy

Face,

And yet another of poor souls undone, Another, and another-God of

grace,

Let mercy overrun.

Before 1893.

WHERE love is, there comes sorrow
To-day or else to-morrow:
Endure the mood,

Love only means our good.

Where love is, there comes pleasure
With or withouten measure,
Early or late

Cheering the sorriest state.

Where love is, all perfection
Is stored for heart's delection;
For where love is

Dwells every sort of bliss.

Nor odours nor tears be shed: It lived once, it is dead.

Brief was the day of its power,

The day of its grace how brief: As the fading of a flower,

As the falling of a leaf,
So brief its day and its hour;
No bud more and no bower
Or hint of a flower.

Shall many wail it? not so:

Shall one bewail it? not one: Thus it hath been from long ago, Thus it shall be beneath the

sun.

O fleet sun, make haste to flee; O rivers, fill up the sea;

O Death, set the dying free.

The sun nor loiters nor speeds, The rivers run as they ran, Thro' clouds or thro' windy reeds All run as when all began.

'Son, remember.'

Mankind sets off a-dying from the birth:

The Will of the Lord be done.

O LORD, fulfil Thy Will,

Be the days few or many, good or ill : Prolong them, to suffice

ourselves

Thy

For offering up sacrifice;

Shorten them if Thou wilt,

To make in righteousness an end of guilt.

Yea, they will not be long

To souls who learn to sing a patient song;

Yea, short they will not be

To souls on tiptoe to flee home to Thee.

O Lord, fulfil Thy Will:

Make Thy Will ours, and keep us patient still,

Be the days few or many, good or ill. Before 1893.

Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven.

TREASURE plies a feather,
Pleasure spreadeth wings,
Taking flight together,-
Ah my cherished things!

Fly away, poor pleasure,

That art so brief a thing: Fly away, poor treasure, That hast so swift a wing.

Pleasure, to be pleasure,

Must come without a wing: Treasure, to be treasure,

Must be a stable thing.

Treasure without feather,

Pleasure without wings, Elsewhere dwell together And are heavenly things. Before 1886.

Can we not sing or say?

In silence let us pray,
And meditate

Our love-song while we wait.
Before 1886.

EVERYTHING that is born must die; Everything that can sigh may sing;

Curb in their winds, or plough a thundering sea;

Still let the earth abide to set

Thee forth,

Or vanish like a smoke to set forth Thee.

Before 1893.

Changing Chimes.

Everything.

Honeycomb is weighed against a sting;

Hope and fear take turns to touch

the sky;

Height and depth respond alternating.

lacked,

It is not warning that we lack

to-day.

The Voice that cried still cries:

'Rise up and act :

Watch alway,-watch and pray, -watch alway,—

All men.'

fly,

Wings of dove that soars on

home-bound wing:

Love trusts Love, till Love shall
justify
Everything.
Before 1886.

LORD, grant us calm, if calm can set forth Thee;

Or tempest, if a tempest set Thee forth;

Wind from the east or west or
south or north,

Or congelation of a silent sea,
With stillness of each tremulous

aspen tree.

Gladness of saints is gladness

evermore:

Send on thy hope, send on thy

will before,

chant God's praise along the

narrow way.

south and north,

would sway,