Yea, make thee ten times richer than before.

Give more and give yet more

Out of thy store."

"Because Thou givest me Thyself, I will

Thy blessed word fulfil,

Give with both hands, and hoard by giving still:

Thy pleasure to fulfil,

And work Thy Will."

"BEHOLD THE MAN!"

SHALL Christ hang on the Cross, and we not look?

Heaven, earth and hell stood gazing at the first, While Christ for long-cursed man was counted cursed; Christ, God and Man, Whom God the Father strook And shamed and sifted and one while forsook :

Cry shame upon our bodies we have nursed

In sweets, our souls in pride, our spirits immersed In wilfulness, our steps run all acrook.

Cry shame upon us! for He bore our shame

In agony, and we look on at ease

With neither hearts on flame nor cheeks on flame: What hast thou, what have I, to do with peace? Not to send peace but send a sword He came, And fire and fasts and tearful night-watches.

THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS.

S this the Face that thrills with awe

Seraphs who veil their face above?
Is this the Face without a flaw,

The Face that is the Face of Love?
Yea, this defaced, a lifeless clod,
Hath all creation's love sufficed,

Hath satisfied the love of God,

This Face the Face of Jesus Christ.

MARY MAGDALENE AND THE OTHER

MARY.

A SONG FOR ALL MARIES.

UR Master lies asleep and is at rest:

OUR

His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep:

The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west :
Our Master lies asleep.

Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,

While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.

Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap :-
No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest:
Our Master lies asleep.

"IT IS FINISHED."

DEAR Lord, let me recount to Thee

Some of the great things Thou hast

done

For me, even me

Thy little one.

It was not I that cared for Thee,—
But Thou didst set Thy heart upon
Me, even me

Thy little one.

And therefore was it sweet to Thee
To leave Thy Majesty and Throne,
And grow like me

A Little One,

A swaddled Baby on the knee

Of a dear Mother of Thine own,
Quite weak like me

Thy little one.

Thou didst assume my misery,

And reap the harvest I had sown,

Comforting me

Thy little one.

Jerusalem and Galilee,

Thy love embraced not those alone,

But also me

Thy little one.

Thy unblemished Body on the Tree

Was bared and broken to atone

For me, for me

Thy little one.

Thou lovedst me upon the Tree,—

Still me, hid by the ponderous stone,Me always,-me

Thy little one.

And love of me arose with Thee

When death and hell lay overthrown :
Thou lovedst me

Thy little one.

And love of me went up with Thee

To sit upon Thy Father's Throne :

Thou lovest me

Thy little one.

Lord, as Thou me, so would I Thee
Love in pure love's communion,

For Thou lov'st me

Thy little one:

Which love of me bring back with Thee

To Judgment when the Trump is blown,
Still loving me
Thy little one.

AN EASTER CAROL.

SPRING bursts to-day,

For Christ is risen and all the earth's

at play.

Flash forth, thou Sun,

The rain is over and gone, its work is done.

Winter is past,

Sweet Spring is come at last, is come at last.

Bud, Fig and Vine,

Bud, Olive, fat with fruit and oil and wine.

Break forth this morn

In roses, thou but yesterday a Thorn.

Uplift thy head,

O pure white Lily through the Winter dead.

Beside your dams

Leap and rejoice, you merry-making Lambs.

All Herds and Flocks

Rejoice, all Beasts of thickets and of rocks.

Sing, Creatures, sing,

Angels and Men and Birds and everything.

All notes of Doves

Fill all our world: this is the time of loves.