W E are but of such mortal mould, Nos exaudi, Domine! That the night can scarce withhold In its shroud our sins from Thee. That night comes, when Thou shalt come Nos exaudi, Domine! From Thy home to this sad home, If then the stars shine out so bright, That Thou seest by their light, How great our sins and many be; Thou wilt come, as they were not, Or as they were all forgot, Or forgiven, Lord, by Thee. H. P. HORNE. I SAY TO THEE, DO THOU REPEAT TO THE FIRST MAN THOU MAYEST MEET IN LANE, HIGHWAY, OR OPEN STREET THAT HE AND WE AND ALL MEN MOVE UNDER A CANOPY OF LOVE, AS BROAD AS THE BLUE SKY ABOVE; THAT DOUBT AND TROUBLE, FEAR AND PAIN AND ANGUISH, ALL ARE SHADOWS VAIN, THAT DEATH ITSELF SHALL NOT REMAIN; THAT WEARY DESERTS WE MAY TREAD, A DREARY LABYRINTH MAY THREAD, YET, IF WE WILL ONE GUIDE OBEY, THE DREARIEST PATH, THE DARKEST WAY AND WE, ON DIVERS SHORES NOW CAST, RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH. VOL. IX JANUARY. No. 1. MDCE NEW YORK The Bibelot Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Robers, chosen in part from scarce editionsand sources not generally known LIC LIBRARY: Printed for Thomas B. Mosher Current Numbers 5 Cents. CHRYSANTHEMA: GATHERED FROM EBRUARY. MDCCCCIH. The Bibelof Reprint of poetry and Prose for Book Bobers, chosen in part from scarce editionsand sources not generally known Printed for Thomas B. Mosher and Publish'd by him at 45 Ex change Street, Portland, Maine Current Numbers 5 Cents. CHRYSANTHEMA: (Concluded). A LITTLE CYCLE OF GREEK LYRICS. ONS. |