We shine not only with the light
Thou sheddest down of yore:

On us thou streamest strong and bright;
Thy comings are not o'er.

The fathers had not all of thee
New births are in thy grace :
All open to our souls shall be
Thy glory's hiding-place.

We gaze on thy out-goings bright;
Down cometh thy full power:
We, the glad bearers of thy light;
This, this thy saving hour.

On us thy spirit hast thou poured,
To us thy word has come;

We feel, we thank thy quickening, Lord!
Thou shalt not find us dumb.

THOMAS HORNBLOWER GILL.

As journeys the Earth, her eye on the Sun, through the heavenly spaces,

And radiant in azure, or shadowed and swallowed in

tempests,

Falters not, alters not, journeying equal, sun-lit or storm-girt,

So thou, child of Earth, who hast force, goal, and time, go still onward!

Translated from the German by THOMAS CARLYLE.

What height we know not, but the way we know,

And how by mounting ever we attain,

And so climb on. It is the hour for souls.

Aurora Leigh.

ELIZABETH Barrett BrowNING.

FESTIVAL HYMN.

Blest be the light that shows the way,
And blest the way the light has shown!
We welcome the victorious day,

And every faithless fear disown.

A tyrant God and hell's despair

No more distract our earthly lives;
The heavens are wide, and room is there
For every soul that upward strives.

In love to God and love to man

Our simple creed finds ample scope;
Secure in God's unerring plan,

We walk by faith, are saved by hope.

Be gone, ye shadows of the night,

That once enthralled the darkened soul!
Our watchword is the Inward Light,
The Onward March, the Endless Goal.

And if our poet rise

FREDERIC HENRY HEDGE.

To the one theme which tries

All high emprise

Beneath-beyond the skies,

If to his Lyre he add the octave chord,

Which chimes with each to sing the Eternal Word And sound the praise of the Eternal God,

With every year

That comes and goes,

With

every tear

That fills and flows,

He knows that God as never known before

As he floats nearer to the Eternal shore

His love he sings, and scans his purpose, too,
With joy the prating schoolboy never knew.

Aye as we live, Life's song is better sung, Aye as we live, Life's lyre more tuneful strung,The blind receive their sight, the dumb their tongue. Aye as he grows, God's child becomes more young! College Verses, Twenty-fifth Anniversary of the Class of 1839.

EDWARD EVERETT HALE.

VII.

Nature.

Earth's crammed with heaven

And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes. Aurora Leigh. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

O, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,

I laugh at the lore and pride of man,
At the sophist schools and the learned clan ;
For what are they all, in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
Good-bye.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.