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The highest sonors that the world can boast
Are subjects far too low for my desire ;
The highest beams of glory are, at most,
But dying sparkles of Thy living fire :

The loudest flames that earth can kindle be

But nightly glowworms, if compared to Thee. Without Thy presence, wealth is bags of cares; Wisdom, but folly ; joy, disquiet, - sadness; Friendship is treason, and delights are snares ; Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness :

Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be,

Nor have they being when compared with Thee. In having all things, and not Thee, what have I? Not having Thee,

what have my labors got ? Let me enjoy but Thee, what farther crave I ? And having Thee alone, what have I not ?

I wish nor sea nor land ; nor would I be
Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of Thee.

HYMN OF APOLLO.- Shelley.

The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,

Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries, From the broad moonlight of the sky, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim

eyes, Waken me, when their Mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams, and that the moon is gone.

Then I arise, and, climbing heaven's blue dome,

I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;

My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves

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Are filled with my bright presence; an i the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare. The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill

Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day; All men who do or even imagine ill

Fly me, and from the glory of my ray Good minds and open actions take new might, Until diminished by the reign of night.

I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers

With their ethereal colors ; the moon's globe, And the pure stars in their eternal bowers,

Are cinctured with my power as with a robe ; Whatever lamps on earth or heaven may shine Are portions of one power, which is mine.

I stand at noon upon the peak of heaven,

Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;

For grief that I depart, they weep and frown: What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle ?

I
am the

eye

with which the Universe Beholds itself, and knows itself divine ; All harmony of instrument or verse,

All prophecy, all medicine, are mine,
All light of art or nature; - to my song
Victory and praise in their own right belong.

A GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN. - Trenck.

A GENIAL moment oft has given

What years of toil and pain,
Of long industrious toil, have striven

To win, and all in vain.

Yet count not, when thine end is won,

That labor merely lost ;
Nor

say it had been wiser done
To spare the painful cost.

When heaped upon the altar lie

All things to feed the fire,
One spark alighting from on high,

The flames at once aspire.

Bit those sweet gums and fragrant woods,

Its rich materials rare,
By tedious quest o'er lands and floods

Had first been gathered there.

A DEWDROP FALLING. - Trench.

A DEWDROP, falling on the wild sea wave,
Exclaimed in fear, “I perish in this grave !”
But, in a shell received, that drop of dew
Unto a pearl of marvellous beauty grew;
And, happy now, the grace did magnify
Which thrust it forth, as it had feared, to die ;-

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Until again, “ I perish quite," it said,
Torn by rude diver from its ocean bed ;
O unbelieving !-- so it came to gleam
Chief jewel in a monarch's diadem.

THE SEED MUST DIE. — Trench. The seed must die, before the corn appears Out of the ground, in blade and fruitful ears. Low must those ears by sickle's edge be lain, Ere thou canst treasure up the golden grain. The grain is crushed before the bread is made, And the bread broke ere life to man conveyed. O, be content to die, to be laid low, And to be crushed, and to be broken so; If thou upon God's table may'st be bread, Life-giving food for souls an hungered!

THE PRIORESS'S TALE. - Chaucer.

There was in Asia, in a great city,

Amongès Christian folk a Jewery, Sustained by a lord of that countrị,

For foul usure and lucre of villainy,

Hateful to Christ and to his company; And through the street men mighten ride and wend, For it was free, and open at either end.

A little school of Christian folk there stood

Down at the further end, in which there were Children a heape comen of Christian blood,

That learned in that schoolè year by year

Such manner doctrine as men used there ;
This is to say, to singen and to read,
As smallè children do in their childhede.

Among these children was a widow's son,
A little clergion, seven years

of

age, That day by day to schoolè was his won ? ;

And eke also, whereas he saw the image
Of Christès mother, had he in usage,
As him was taught, to kneel adown, and say,
Are Maria, as he go'th by the way.

Thus hath this widow her little son ytaught

Our blissful Lady, Christès mother dear, To worship aye, and he forgot it nought;

For sely 3 childè will alway soon lere; 4

But aye when I remember on this mattère, Saint Nicholas stant 5

my presènce, For he so young to Christ did reverence.

ever in

This little child his little book learning,

As he sat in the school at his primère, He Alma Redemptoris heardè sing,

As children learned their antiphonere ; 6

And as he durst, he drew him near and near And hearkened aye the wordès and the note, Till he the firstè verse could all by rote.

Nought wist? he what this Latin was to say,

For he so young and tender was of age ; But on a day his fellow 'gan to pray

| Young clerk.
6 Standeth.
7 Knew.

2 Custom. 3 Simple.

* Learn Chanting alternate verses of the Psalms

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