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The highest sonors that the world can boast
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
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
HYMN OF APOLLO.
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 ?
with which the Universe Beholds itself, and knows itself divine ; All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine, are mine,
A GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN. - Trenck.
A GENIAL moment oft has given
What years of toil and pain,
To win, and all in vain.
Yet count not, when thine end is won,
That labor merely lost ;
say it had been wiser done
When heaped upon the altar lie
All things to feed the fire,
The flames at once aspire.
Bit those sweet gums and fragrant woods,
Its rich materials rare,
Had first been gathered there.
A DEWDROP FALLING. - Trench.
A DEWDROP, falling on the wild sea wave,
THE PRIORESS'S TALE.
Until again, “ I perish quite," it said,
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 ;
Among these children was a widow's son,
age, That day by day to schoolè was his won ? ;
And eke also, whereas he saw the image
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.
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.
2 Custom. 3 Simple.
* Learn Chanting alternate verses of the Psalms