Eye hath not seen nor ear hath heard And fled I had, but guilt is loadNor heart conceived that full ing me Not long how long? Oh long reechoing song! O Lord, how long? Before 1893. Behold, it was very good. ALL things are fair, if we had eyes to see How first God made them goodly everywhere: And goodly still in Paradise they be,- All things are fair. O Lord, the solemn heavens Thy praise declare; The multi-fashioned saints bring praise to Thee, As doves fly home and cast away their care. As doves on divers branches of their tree, Perched high or low, sit all contented there, Not mourning any more; in each degree All things are fair. Before 1893. Whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive. WHEN all the overwork of life Is finished once, and fallen asleep We shrink no more beneath the knife, But having sown prepare to reap; Delivered from the crossway rough, Delivered from the thorny scourge, Then shall we find—(please God!) Up and away,' call the Angels t |