There, faith and hope are swallow'd up in sight.
Here, love of self my fairest works destroys;
There, love of God shall perfect all my joys.
Here, things, as in a glass, are darkly shown;
There, I shall know as clearly as I'm known.
Frail are the fairest flowers which bloom below;
There, freshest palms on roots immortal grow.
Here, wants and cares perplex my anxious mind;
But spirits there a calm fruition find.
The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
Condemn'd to starve at an unreal feast:

A spark, which upwards tends by Nature's force;
A stream, diverted from its parent source;
A drop, dissever'd from the boundless sea;
A moment, parted from eternity;

A pilgrim, panting for the rest to come;
An exile, anxious for his native home.

Now first to souls who thus awake
Seems earth a fatherland:
A new and endless life they take
With rapture from His hand.

The fears of death and of the grave

Are whelm'd beneath the sea,
And every heart now light and brave
May face the things to be.

The way of darkness that He trod
To heaven at last shall come,

And he who hearkens to His word

Shall reach His Father's home.

Now let the mourner grieve no more,
Though his beloved sleep;

A happier meeting shall restore
Their light to eyes that weep.

Now every heart each noble deed
With new resolve may dare:
A glorious harvest shall the seed
In happier regions bear.

He lives: His presence hath not ceased,
Though foes and fears be rife;

And thus we hail in Easter's feast

A world renew'd to life!

Novalis, tr. by Miss Winkworth.

988. EASTER. Joy of

CHRIST from the dead is risen-dieth no more.
Sing out, glad Earth, rejoice from shore to shore.
First-fruits of them that slept! O Life in death!
Fair garden lilies, with their odorous breath,
Salute with grace the world at Easter dawn.
The tomb is oped, the captive loosed and gone,
Christ from the dead is risen-dieth no more.
Sing out, O Earth, rejoice from shore to shore.
O wondrous mystery of Love! through Lenten hours
What penitential tears have dimm'd these eyes of

ours;

What anguish'd sighs have breathed from tortured, quiv'ring hearts,

Pierced through by all the tempter's sore envenom'd

darts.

Yet, glorious mystery of Love, the Lenten Fast
Ends with an angel-minister'd, divine repast.
Joy out of Sorrow blooms; Passion's black, cheer-
less night

Grows fair with glowing rays of Easter Day, alight.

Hail! glorious morn; Hail! blessed Day of days. Glad o'er a sorrowing world shine forth thy healing

rays.

Hark! in the ambient glow of Easter morning fair, Lo! conqueror's psalms triumphant sound through all the air:

'Jesus, our risen Lord, hath vanquish'd Death and Hell,

Through the grave's pathway pass'd where angels dwell,

Deliverance wrought, Death's sharpness done away, And oped the Kingdom wide, on Easter Day.' Mary E. C. Wyeth.

989. EASTER. Joy of

'Tis the day of Resurrection,

Earth, tell it out abroad!

The Passover of gladness,
The Passover of God!
From death to life eternal,

From earth unto the sky,

Our Christ hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.

Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection light:
And, list'ning to His accents,

May hear, so calm and plain,
His own 'All hail!' and hearing,
May raise the victor strain.

Now let the heavens be joyful !

Let earth her song begin!

Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein:

In grateful exultation

Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen,

Our joy that hath no end.

John of Damascus, tr. by J. M. Neale.

990. EASTER. Joy of

COME, ye faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness!
God hath brought His Israel

Into joy from sadness;
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoisten'd foot
Through the Red Sea waters.
'Tis the spring of souls to-day:

Christ hath burst His prison;
And from three days' sleep in death,
As a sun, hath risen.

All the winter of our sins

Long and dark, is flying

From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.
Now the queen of seasons, bright

With the day of splendour,
With the royal Feast of feasts,
Comes its joys to render:
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with true affection
Welcomes, in unwearied strains,
Jesu's Resurrection.

Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst the twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

John of Damascus, tr. by J. M. Neale.

SAY, my soul, what preparation
Makest thou for this high day,
When the God of thy salvation
Open'd through the tomb a way?
Dwellest thou with pure affection

On this proof of power and love?
Doth thy Saviour's resurrection

Raise thy thoughts to things above?
Hast thou, borne on Faith's strong pinion;
Risen with the risen Lord?
And, released from sin's dominion,
Into purer regions soar'd?
Or art thou, in spite of warning,
Dead in trespasses and sin?
Hath to thee the purple morning
No true Easter usher'd in?

Oh, then, let not death o'ertake thee
By the shades of night o'erspread!
See thy Lord is come to wake thee,
He is risen from the dead.

While the time as yet allows thee,

Hear; the gracious Saviour cries,
'Sleeper, from thy sloth arouse thee;
To new life at once arise.'
See, with looks of tender pity
He extends His wounded hands,
Bidding thee, with fond entreaty,

Shake off sin's enthralling bands: 'Wait not for some future meetness,

Dread no punishment from me, Rouse thyself, and taste the sweetness Of the new life offer'd thee.'

997. EDEN. Adam and Eve in

THUS they, the representatives of man,
Were placed in Eden-choicest spot on earth.
With royal honour, and with glory crown'd,
Adam, the lord of all, majestic walk'd,
With godlike countenance sublime, and form
Of lofty, towering strength; and by his side
Eve, fair as morning star, with modesty
Array'd, with virtue, grace, and perfect love;
In holy marriage wed, and eloquent

Of thought and comely words, to worship God
And sing His praise, the Giver of all good.
Glad, in each other glad, and glad in hope;
Rejoicing in their future happy race.
O lovely, happy, blest, immortal pair,
Pleased with the present, full of glorious hope;
But short, alas, the song that sings their bliss.

Pollok.

998. EDEN. Departure from IN either hand the hastening angel caught Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain; then disappear'd. They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.―Milton.

999. EDEN. Memories of

IN restless pain we heave and toss
Like playthings of the Ocean,

And mourn with sharpest pangs of loss
Dead objects of devotion.

We follow light where'er it gleams,

Though marsh and mist encumber, We reign, anointed kings-in dreamsBut wake forlorn, from slumber.

We grasp at grains of shining dust,

But in the grasp they perish; We put in men's applause our trustIt cheats the hopes we cherish. Remorse, a ghostly shadow, blights

Each wreath we weave for pleasure; But restless still we scale the heights, Or search the mines for treasure.

Oh, nought of earth can e'er avail

While Eden-mem'ries haunt us!

Our longings are on larger scale
Than lower worlds can grant us.
We pant within the veil to be,

To roam in fields elysian,
And, in His beauty,' God to see,
Nor die beneath the vision.

W. Morley Punshon.

1000. EDUCATION. Advanced

A LITTLE learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While from the bounded level of our mind
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind :
But more advanced, behold the strange surprise,
New distant scenes of endless science rise!
So pleased at first the towering Alps we try,
Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky;
Th' eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way;
Th' increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes,
Hills creep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

Pope.

1001. EDUCATION. Atheistic
All knowledge is not nourishment. The mind
May pine upon its food. In reckless thirst
The scholar sometimes kneels beside the stream
Polluted by the lepers of the mind.

The sceptic, with his doubts of all things good
And faith in all things evil, has been there,
And, as the stream was mingled, he has strown'
The shore with all bright flowers to tempt the eye,
And sloped the banks down gently for the feet;
And Genius, like a fallen child of light,
Has fill'd the place with magic, and compell'd
Most beautiful creations into forms
And images of license, and they come
And tempt you with bewildering grace to kneel,
And drink of the wild waters; and behind
Stand the strong Passions, pleading to go in ;
And the approving world looks silent on;
Till the pleased mind conspires against itself,
And finds a subtle reason why 'tis good.
We are deceived, though; even as we drink,
We taste the evil. In his sweetest tone,
The lying Tempter whispers in our ear,
'Though it may stain, 'twill strengthen your proud
wing;'

And in the wild ambition of the soul