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But then across the blue

Flashed on my vision tense a warmer light,
For on the right the horizontal rays

Of western glow touched with bright radiance
Two golden crosses shining high and bright.
And in my ears there seemed to sound the roll
Of organ-music shaking the dense air

Laden with incense and with heavy breath

Of kneeling hundreds. Beads were told and lips
Heavy and sensuous said the sacred words,
While light from all the thousand sparkling points
That shone from out the altar fell below

On heavy eyes unlit by other gleam.

Unknowing there they kneel held by the sway
Of sound and sight and smell and by the fear
Of the stern father laying penance hard.

Can such a worship lift the soul to God?

The question came,-then answering thunderously "Miserere Rex Caelorum."

"Miserere Miserorum."

Though dull and dumb they kneel, shall not the sound Of even such worship reach a loving God?

The God who pitying hears on high

The hungry sparrow's twittering cry
Shall He not hear His children's sigh?
(Miserere Rex Caelorum)

The abject, ugly. and the poor-
Shall they not find compassion sure?
Shall His great mercy not endure?
(Miserere Rex Caelorum)
(Miserere Miserorum.)

His mercy lasts but lo! the time

Passes when a mere sounding rhyme

Can celebrate His praise sublime.

(Miserere Rex Caelorum)

God is a spirit and the heart

And mind and all must play their part

In worship that loud voices start

(Miserere Rex Caelorum)

(Miserere Miserorum.)

Sweet smells and anthems sounding loud
Shall pass, but souls contritely bowed
Of these the Lord must still be proud.
(Miserere Rex Caelorum)

Lord, let us bring our ALL to Thee
When we shall know, we shall be free,
God give us courage so to be.

(Miserere Rex Caelorum)

(Miserere Miserorum.)

II.

The picture faded and the music died

Faintly away, and left me questioning.

And then beside the crosses 'gainst the blue

I saw the ball that set me querying,

No longer symbol of the ancient world

Of Grecian art and thought, but balancing

The shining crosses. Round and white it gleamed
Not yearning to the skies, but reaching out
Towards earth as well as heaven-a contrast there
To that bright vision that had flashed to me
From the gold crosses. Here I seemed to see
The other stream of our world's inner life,
The striving of the noble, modern mind

To know all things on earth and in the heavens,
To study out the story of the world

And all its creatures, learn the wonder tale

Of the wide circling stars, and learn the truth
Of that far greater world in man's own soul.
Calm and serene as the white marble ball
Which even the setting sun can only light
To dazzling coldness-spreading, reaching far
On every side, firm-grounded on the rock
Of Knowledge, scientific, logical;
Not skeptical nor filled with foolish scorn
Of holy things, but struggling on alone
Striving to free itself from floating mists
Of superstition, and from vague beliefs,
Trying to find a God by thinking one-
So strives our modern mind to reach the light,
Noble and pure and earnest, but too cold,
Reaching a helping hand to those around
Who faint or sin, and yet denying God

The one supremest glory,-boundless love
And pity infinite, and feeling thus
No upward yearning and no wild desire
Of faith.

But wait! When death or agony
Of human love shall shake unto the depths
That firm foundation, knowledge logical,
Oh, poor, deluded hearts, can attributes

Touch the deep springs of your own desperate need?

Oh, keen of glance and quick of mind!

Say what pleasures do you find

In tangled maze

And mystic haze

Of ancient lores that twist and wind?

Oh, bright of eye and swift of thought!
Avails the dust of ages naught

To dim the bright

And glinting light

Those pages of romance have caught?

Slow of smile, but quick to start
In action for the weakest's part
Taking never

Giving ever

Noble, generous, kindly heart.

Oh, large of heart and quick of brain!
Might you not then this too attain

Know this for true

That even you

Must take at last-though it be pain.

Nor mind nor heart can help you when
The trial comes, and though all men
Behold you proud-

Yet lowly bowed

In faith, your Judge must find you then.

III.

So ever in the mellow summer light
Gleaming and glowing there against the sky
The ball and crosses shine before our eyes
Symbols of two great currents of our life
Each full of power, but each down at the core
Lacking the something that would perfect it.
And ever, there, along the sunny street
On every Sunday crowds of worshippers
Stream down in a great torrent from the hill
Out from beneath the golden crosses' sign,

And from the quiet church down in the town
Another stream comes upward, not so full
Or rushing, quieter,-and this the crowd
Descending seems to conquer, overwhelm,
As if the strength of bodily brute force
Should overcome the subtler power of thought.
But the ascending stream comes steadily
Triumphant through, and stepping quietly
Across the way goes onward undisturbed.
They pass; the rushing crowd in turbulence
And those ascending, quiet and sedate,
And soon the street is left in quiet calm.
Ah, what can reconcile the opposing streams-

Give this one faith and true humility

And raise these other men bowed lowly now

In mere lip worship up to purer things

To seek a nobler knowledge of their God?

Come, Spirit great-thou wind that sweepest on Through all the ages, same in every age

But changing as the needs of men do change.
Blow from the eyes of these the mists of night,
Teach them to worship God in spirit's truth;
And to those others struggling on alone
Give them, oh Comforter, a staff of help
Unfailing, sure and strong to lean on when
Their own strong footsteps falter and to guide
Those same strong steps into the way of faith.
Join Thou the opposing streams, making of them
A noble, rushing river, strong and free
Clear and transparent, sweet and crystal pure
But sweeping on with grand resistless power.

To-day I looked into her face and saw
The very spirit I had longed to know
Clear shining from her eyes and glowing fair
In every line and tint of beauty fresh.

Oh firm but tender mouth, so pure and sweet!
So delicate, touched with the spirit's grace,
What are you but the outward mark that shows
The soul's high courage and the eager rise
Of the keen mind above the things of earth
Up to the mountain heights! Oh, glowing eyes,
Brimming and soft, surely your heavenly light
Is but the lovely radiance, soft and bright
Left by the memory of the dazzling fire
Of His white garment, and the prophecy

Of blest renewal of the vision high.

And you, calm brow wreathed with serenity, In you there speaks a reconciling peace.

ON THE ORIGIN OF THE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM 11

Bright faith has met with knowledge and the two
Shine clear against your sweet, unruffled calm,
As the blue sky, wide-stretching here above,
Sets off the gleaming ball and shining cross,
Including both, showing their beauty forth,
But ever with its own wide, tender, blue,
Touching the heart with peace unspeakable.
ANNA THERESA KITCHEL.

ON THE ORIGIN OF THE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM

Naples Table Association Prize Essay.

The history of our knowledge of the lymphatic system can be divided into three periods. The first begins in 1622 with the discovery of the lacteals. Aselli, an anatomist at Pavia, was dissecting a live dog before a group of friends in order to study the movements of the diaphragm, when to his surprise, on spreading out the mesentery he saw it covered with white cords. These he took to be nerves, but soon found his mistake, and recognized the lacteals as vessels for absorption.

The new discovery did not quickly make headway, for in the first place it was not in accord with the teachings of Galen, and in the second place the full force of the opinion of Harvey was thrown against it. However, in about thirty years the fact that the lacteals are the absorbants from the intestine, and that they empty into the thoracic duct, which in turn opens into a vein in the neck, was firmly established.

A new discovery, made in 1651, namely that there are general lymphatics, or those which carry lymph and not chyle, ushered in the second period. For the next hundred and eighty years those who worked on the lymphatic system were occupied in tracing the distribution of the lymphatics to the different parts of the body, for example to the skin and to the various organs.

During the third period, which began about fifty years ago, attention has been turned mainly to the lymph glands. It had been noted that there were small bean-shaped bodies along the course of the lymph ducts, but the structure of these bodies could not be determined before the microscope came into use. Both in the study of Comparative Anatomy and of disease, a

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