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FROM THE GOLDEN LEGEND."

What man resists, what man endures,
Is open to one only eye.

Why not believe the homely letter,
That all you give will God restore?
The poor man may deserve it better,
And surely, surely wants it more:
Let but the rich man do his part,
And whatsoe'er the issue be

To those who ask, his answering heart
Will gain and grow in sympathy.

FROM "THE GOLDEN LEGEND."

H. W. LONGFELLOW.

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THE CHAPEL.

Vespers ; after which the monks retire, a chorister leading an old monk who is blind.

PRINCE HENRY.

THEY are all gone, save one who lingers,
Absorbed in deep and silent prayer.
As if his heart could find no rest,
At times he beats his heaving breast
With clenched and convulsive fingers,
Then lifts them trembling in the air.

A chorister, with golden hair,
Guides hitherward his heavy pace.
Can it be so? Or does my sight
Deceive me in the uncertain light?
Ah no! I recognize that face,

Though Time has touched it in his flight,
And changed the auburn hair to white.
It is Count Hugo of the Rhine,
The deadliest foe of all our race,
And hateful unto me and mine!

THE BLIND MONK.

Who is it that doth stand so near
His whispered words I almost hear?

PRINCE HENRY.

I am Prince Henry of Hoheneck,
And you, Count Hugo of the Rhine!
I know you, and I see the scar,
The brand upon your forehead, shine
And redden like a baleful star!

THE BLIND MONK.

Count Hugo once, but now the wreck
Of what I was. O Hoheneck!

The passionate will, the pride, the wrath,
That bore me headlong on my path,
Stumbled and staggered into fear,
And failed me in my mad career,
As a tired steed some evil-doer,

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FROM THE GOLDEN LEGEND."

Alone upon a desolate moor,
Bewildered, lost, deserted, blind,
And hearing loud and close behind
The o'ertaking steps of his pursuer.
Then suddenly from the dark there came
A voice that called me by my name,

And said to me, "Kneel down and pray!”
And so my terror passed away,

Passed utterly away for ever.
Contrition, penitence, remorse,

Came on me with o'erwhelming force;
A hope, a longing, an endeavor,

By days of penance and nights of prayer,
To frustrate and defeat despair!
Calm, deep, and still is now my heart,
With tranquil waters overflowed;
A lake whose unseen fountains start,
Where once the hot volcano glowed.
And you, O Prince of Hoheneck!
Have known me in that earlier time,
A man of violence and crime,

Whose passions brooked no curb nor check.
Behold me now, in gentler mood,

One of this holy brotherhood.

Give me your hand; here let me kneel;
Make your reproaches sharp as steel;
Spurn me, and smite me on each cheek;
No violence can harm the meek,

There is no wound Christ cannot heal!

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Yes; lift your princely hand, and take Revenge, if 't is revenge you seek; Then pardon me, for Jesus' sake!

PRINCE HENRY.

Arise, Count Hugo! let there be
No farther strife nor enmity

Between us twain; we both have erred!
Too rash in act, too wroth in word,
From the beginning we have stood
In fierce, defiant attitude,

Each thoughtless of the other's right,
And each reliant on his might.

But now our souls are more subdued;
The hand of God, and not in vain,
Has touched us with the fire of pain.
Let us kneel down, and side by side
Pray, till our souls are purified,
And pardon will not be denied!
They kneel.

THE SECRET OF PIETY.

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THE SECRET OF PIETY.

W. R. ALGER'S "POETRY OF THE EAST."

A PINING Sceptic towards a raptured saint inclined,

And asked him how the Boundless Lover, God,

to find.

A smile divine across the saint's pale features

stole,

And thus in wise and pitying love he poured his

soul:

"Ah, hapless wanderer! long from life's true bliss shut out,

In night of sin forlorn and wilderness of doubt, Prepared am I with thy sad lot to sympathize, For o'er my own dim tracks thy dark experience lies.

Now list and ponder deep, the secret while I tell Of all the love with which angelic bosoms swell. Whoso would careless tread one worm that crawls

the sod,

That cruel man is darkly alienate from God; But he that lives, embracing all that is, in love, To dwell with him God bursts all bounds, below, above."

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