The highest onors that the world can boast The loudest flames that earth can kindle be Without Thy presence, wealth is bags of cares; In having all things, and not Thee, what have I? HYMN OF APOLLO.- Shelley. THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, 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, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves 296 HYMN OF APOLLO. Are filled with my bright presence; and 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, For grief that I depart, they weep and frown: I am the eye with which the Universe All light of art or nature; -to my song Victory and praise in their own right belong. A GENIAL MOMENT OFT HAS GIVEN. - Trench. A GENIAL moment oft has given Of long industrious toil, have striven Yet count not, when thine end is won, Nor say it had been wiser done To spare the painful cost. When heaped upon the altar lie - One spark alighting from on high, – But those sweet gums and fragrant woods, By tedious quest o'er lands and floods A DEWDROP FALLING. - Trench. A DEWDROP, falling on the wild sea wave, 298 THE PRIORESS'S TALE. Until again, "I perish quite,” it said, THE SEED MUST DIE. — Trench. THE seed must die, before the corn appears THE PRIORESS'S TALE. THERE was in Asia, in a great city, Chaucer. 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 Among these children was a widow's son, Thus hath this widow her little son ytaught This little child his little book learning, 6 As children learned their antiphonere ; Nought wist he what this Latin was to say, 1 Young clerk. Standeth. 7 Knew. 4 Learn 2 Custom. 3 Simple. Chanting alternate verses of the Psalms |