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“I loved, — and, blind with passionate | ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.

love, I fell. Love brought me down to death, and

[U. S. A.] death to Hell. For God is just, and death for sin is well.

ON THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.

for me.

ALL THE RIVERS.

“I do not rage against his high decree, It chanceth once to every soul, Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be; Within a narrow hour of doubt and dole, But for my love on earth who mourns

Upon Life's Bridge of Sighs to stand,

A palace and a prison on each hand. “Great Spirit! Let me see my love

O palace of the rose-heart's hue! again And comfort him one hour, and I were How like a flower the warm light falls

from you! fain To pay a thousand years of fire and pain.” O prison with the hollow eyes !

Beneath your stony stare no flowers arise. Then said the pitying angel, “Nay, repent

O palace of the rose-sweet sin ! That wild vow! Look, the dial-finger's How safe the heart that does not enter in !

bent Down to the last hour of thy punish- O blessed prison-walls ! how true ment!”

The freedom of the soul that chooseth

you! But still she wailed, “I pray thee, let

me go!
I cannot rise to peace and leave him so.
0, let me soothe him in his bitter woe!" "ALL the rivers run into the sea.”

Like the pulsing of a river,
The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, The motion of a song,
And upward, joyous, like a rising star, Wind the olden words along
She rose and vanished in the ether far.

The tortuous windings of my thought,

whenever But soon adown the dying sunset sailing,

I sit beside the sea. And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing,

All the rivers run into the sea. She fluttered back, with broken-hearted

O you little leaping river, wailing

Laugh on beneath your breath!

With a heart as deep as death, She sobbed, “I found him by the sum- Strong stream, go patient, brave and

hasting never, Reclined, his head upon a maiden's I sit beside the sea.

knee, She curled his hair and kissed him. Woe All the rivers run into the sea. is me!

Why the striving of a river,

The passion of a soul? She wept, “Now let my punishment Calm the eternal waters roll begin!

Upon the eternal shore. Somewhere, I have been fond and foolish. Let me in

whatever To expiate my sorrow and my sin."

Seeks it finds the sea.

mer sea

The angel answered, “Nay, sad soul, All the rivers run into the sea. go higher!

O thou bounding, burning river, To be deceived in your true heart's Hurrying heart !—I seem desire

To know (so one knows in a dream) Was bitterer than a thousand years of That in the waiting heart of God forever fire!"

Thou too shalt find the sea.

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INTO a city street,

I HEAR it often in the dark, Narrow and noisome, chance had led my I hear it in the light, feet;

Where is the voice that calls to me Poisonous to every sense; and the sun's With such a quiet might? rays

It seems but echo to my thought, Loved not the unclean place.

And yet beyond the stars;

It seems a heart-beat in a hush, It seemed that no pure thing

And yet the planet jars. Its whiteness here would ever dare to bring;

O, may it be that far within Yet even into this dark place and low, My inmost soul there lies God had sent down his snow.

A spirit-sky, that opens with

Those voices of surprise ?

And can it be, by night and day, Here, too, a little child

That firmament serene Stood by the drift, now blackened and is just the heaven where God himself, defiled;

The Father, dwells unseen?
And with his rosy hands, in earnest play,
Scraped the dark crust away.

O God within, so close to me

That every thought is plain, Checking my hurried pace,

Be judge, be friend, be Father still,
To watch the busy hands and earnest face, Ånd in thy heaven reign !
I heard him laugh aloud in pure delight, Thy heaven is mine, --my very soul!
That underneath, 't was white.

Thy words are sweet and strong;
They fill my inward silences

With music and with song.
Then, through a broken pane,
A woman's voice summoned him in again, They send me challenges to right,
With softened mother-tones, that half And loud rebuke my ill;
excused

They ring my bells of victory,
The unclean words she used.

They breathe my “Peace, be still!"

They ever seem to say, “My child, And as I lingered near,

Why seek me so all day? His baby accents fell upon my ear : Now journey inward to thyself

, “See, I can make the snow again for you,

And listen by the way. All clean and white and new !”

Ah! surely God knows best.
Our sight is short; faith trusts to him MARY G. BRAINERD.

the rest.
Sometimes, we know, he gives to human

[U. S. A.] hands To work out his commands.

GOD KNOWETH.

I KNOW not what shall befall me, Perhaps he holds apart,

God hangs a mist o'er my eyes, By baby fingers, in that mother's heart, And so, each step of my onward path, One fair, clean spot that yet may spread He makes new scenes to rise,

And every joy he sends me comes Till all be white as snow.

As a sweet and glad surprise.

and grow,

my feet

I see not a step before me,

As tired of sin as any child
As I tread on another year;

Was ever tired of play,
But the past is still in God's keeping, When evening's hush has folded in
The future his mercy shall clear,

The noises of the day;
And what looks dark in the distance
May brighten as I draw near.

When just for very weariness

The little one will creep For perhaps the dreaded future

Into the arms that have no joy
Hás less bitter than I think;

Like holding him in sleep;
The Lord may sweeten the waters
Before I stoop to drink,

And looking upward to thy face,
Or, if Marah must be Marah,

So gentle, sweet, and strong, He will stand beside its brink.

In all its looks for those who love,

So pitiful of wrong,
It may be he keeps waiting
Till the coming of

I pray thee turn me not away,
Some gift of such rare blessedness, For, sinful though I be,
Some joy so strangely sweet,

Thou knowest everything I need, That my lips shall only tremble

And all my need of thee. With the thanks they cannot speak.

And yet the spirit in my heart O restful, blissful ignorance !

Says, Wherefore should I pray 'Tis blessed not to know,

That thou shouldst seek me with thylove, It holds me in those mighty arms

Since thou dost seek alway;
Which will not let me go,
And hushes my soul to rest

And dost not even wait until
On the bosom which loves me so !

I

urge my steps to thee;

But in the darkness of my life
So I go on not knowing;

Art coining still to me?
I would not if I might;
I would rather walk in the dark with I pray not, then, because I would ;
God,

I
pray

because I must; Than go alone in the light;

There is no meaning in my prayer I would rather walk with Him by faith, But thankfulness and trust. Than walk alone by sight.

I would not have thee otherwise My heart shrinks back from trials

Than what thou ever art:
Which the future may disclose, Be still thyself, and then I know
Yet I never had a sorrow

We cannot live apart.
But what the dear Lord chose ;
So I send the coming tears back,

But still thy love will beckon me,
With the whispered word,

And still thy strength will come, knows."

In many ways to bear me up

And bring me to my home.

6. HE

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