"O Father! not my will, but thine be done

So spake the Son.

Be this our charm, mellowing Earth's ruder noise Of griefs and joys;

That we may cling forever to thy breast

In perfect rest!

-JOHN KEBLE.

10.

FROM "THE WATERFALL."

Go where the waters fall,

Sheer from the mountain's height

Mark how a thousand streams in one,-
One in a thousand on they fare,

Now flashing to the sun,

Now still as beast in lair.

Now round the rock, now mounting o'er,
In lawless dance they win their way,
Still seeming more and more

To swell as we survey,

They rush and roar, they whirl and leap,
Not wilder drives the wintry storm.

Yet a strong law they keep,
Strange powers their course inform.

Even so the mighty skyborn stream
Its living waters from above,

All marred and broken seem,
No union and no love.

Yet in dim caves they softly blend
In dreams of mortals unespied :
One is their awful end,

One their unfailing Guide.

— John Keble.

II.

THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.

SWEET nurslings of the vernal skies,
Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,
What more than magic in you lies,
To fill the heart's fond view?
In childhood's sports, companions gay,
In sorrow, on Life's downward way,
How soothing! in our last decay
Memorials prompt and true.

Relics ye are of Eden's bowers,
As pure, as fragrant, and as fair,
As when ye crowned the sunshine hours
Of happy wanderers there.

Fall'n all beside the world of life,
How it is stained with fear and strife!

In Reason's world what storms are rife,
What passions range and glare!

— John Keble.

I 2.

CHRIST'S COMING TO JERUSALEM IN

TRIUMPH.

LORD, come away,

Why dost thou stay?

Thy road is ready: and thy paths, made straight,
With longing expectation wait

The consecration of thy beauteous feet.
Ride on triumphantly; behold we lay
Our lusts and proud wills in thy way.
Hosanna! welcome to our hearts.

Lord, here

Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear

As that of Sion; and as full of sin;

Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein.
Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;
Crucify them, that they may never more
Profane that holy place,

Where thou hast chose to set thy face.
And then if our stiff tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of thy Deity,

The stones out of the temple wall
Shall cry aloud, and call

Hosanna! and thy glorious footsteps greet.

-JEREMY TAYLOR.

13.

THE LITANY.

In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When I lie within my bed,

Sick in heart, and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drown'd in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the artless doctor sees
No one hope, but of his fees,
And his skill runs on the lees,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When his potion and his pill,
Has, or none, or little skill,
Meet for nothing but to kill,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the passing-bell doth toll,
And the furies in a shoal
Come to fright a parting soul,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the priest his last hath pray'd, And I nod to what is said,

'Cause my speech is now decay'd,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When, God knows, I'm tost about,
Either with despair or doubt;
Yet, before the glass be out,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the tempter me pursu'th
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the flames and hellish cries
Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,
And all terrors me surprise,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the Judgment is reveal'd,
And that open'd which was seal'd;
When to Thee I have appeal'd,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

- ROBERT HERRICK.

14.

A THANKSGIVING.

LORD, in this dust thy sovereign voice
First quickened love divine;

I am all thine - thy care and choice,
My very praise is thine.

I praise thee, while thy providence
In childhood frail I trace,

For blessings given, ere dawning sense
Could seek or scan thy grace;