...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says, — " I gave...my hundred-fold ? " Can I look up with face aglow, I have been innocent; God knows When first this wasted life began, Not grape with grape more kindly...

...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says, — " I gave...with face aglow, And answer, " Father, here is gold " ? I have been innocent ; God knows When first this wasted life began, Not grape with grape more kindly...

...of itself !" said Miss Elinor. THE WAY OF THE WORLD. God tends from out the depth and says — * 1 gave thee the great gift of life ; Wast thou not called in many ways? Are not my earth and heaven atfitrife? 1 gave thee of my seed to sow, Brtngest thou me my hundredfold f Can 1 look up, with face...

...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says, — " I gave...? Are not my earth and heaven at strife '! I gave theo of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me my hundred-fold ? " Can I look up with face aglow, And answer,...

...And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! Can I look up with face aglow, I gave thee of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me my hundred-fold ? " And answer, " Father, here is gold ? " I have been innocent; God knows When first this wasted life...

...it ever so lowly; Labor I all labor is noble and holy; Let thy good deeds be thy prayer to thy God I God bends from out the deep and says: "I gave thee...I gave thee of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me my hundred fold?" Can I look up with face aglow, And answer, " Father, here is gold ?" LOWELL. The Lord...

...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says,— " I gave...many ways ? Are not my earth and heaven at strife ? Can I look up with face aglow, [ gave thee of my seed to sow, Bringest tliou me my hundred-fold-?...

...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says, — " I gave...Wast thou not called in many ways ? Are not my earth aii:l heaven at strife ? I gave thee of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me my hundred-fold ? * Can I...

...ways ? Are not my earth an.l Vaven at strife ? I gave theo of my seed to sow, Bringest thou me iny hundred-fold ? " Can I look up with face aglow, And answer, " Father, here is gold ? " I have been innocent ; God knows When first this wasted life began, Not grape with grape more kindly...

...dead Youth doth wring its hands, And there, with eyes that goad me yet, The ghost of my Ideal stands ! God bends from out the deep and says — " I gave...with face aglow, And answer, " Father, here is gold ?" I have been innocent ; God knows When first this wasted life began, Not grape with grape more kindly...