est,
And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.

Nature wears the color of the spirit;
Sweetly to her worshipper she sings;
All the glow, the grace she doth inherit,
Round her trusting child she fondly flings.

HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL.

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PRAYER AND ANSWER.

O God, I cannot walk the Way,--
The thorns, the thirst, the darkness,
And bleeding feet and aching heart!
I hear the songs and revels of the throng,--
They sneer upon my downcast face with scorn,--
Yet, O my God, I _must_ and shall walk with Thee!

O God, I cannot take the Truth!
Far easier honeyed hopes and falsehoods fair,
But Truth,--the Truth is stern and strong and awful.
It ploughs my soul with ploughshares flaming hot--
Yet give me Truth. I must have Truth, O God!

O God, I cannot live the Life,--
The flinging all to death that life may come;
The surging of Thy Spirit in my heart
In fire and flame will all consume me,--
Yet, O my God, I cannot live without Thee!

And as I agonized in dust and shame
With tears and sighs in all the bitter prayer,
I felt, as 't were, an arm that stole around me,
And raised me to my feet.
And at the touch, hope blossomed in my heart,
And new-found strength in flood-tides thrilled and throbbed

Through soul and limbs. I looked to see....
O tender lordly Face!
It was Himself,--_the Way, the Truth, the Life_!

OLIVER HUCKEL.

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THE AIM.

O thou who lovest not alone
The swift success, the instant goal,
But hast a lenient eye to mark
The failures of th' inconstant soul,

Consider not my little worth,--
The mean achievement, scamped in act,
The high resolve and low result,
The dream that durst not face the fact.

But count the reach of my desire.
Let this be something in Thy sight:--
I have not, in the slothful dark,
Forgot the Vision and the Height.

Neither my body nor my soul
To earth's low ease will yield consent.
I praise Thee for my will to strive.
I bless Thy goad of discontent.

CHARLES G.D. ROBERTS.

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THE LOVE OF GOD SUPREME.

Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose.
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.

Thy s