the Beauty, and of the creature, the Creator of
them may be seen so as to be known thereby.'

"It is good to give praise to the Lord: to show forth thy loving
kindness in the morning, and thy truth in the night;

"Upon an instrument of ten strings, upon the psaltery, upon the harp
with a solemn sound.

"For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy works, and in the works
of thy hand I shall rejoice.'

'Have mercy upon us for the sake of the Redeemer, whose Perfection
crowns the universe, who has not disdained to give Himself to us, and
for us: the chief among ten thousand, and altogether lovely. Mercy for
ourselves--and for those whom we have left on earth, we beseech Thee!'

Gently smiled the Virgin Mother, whose humble heart had cradled the
Everlasting Love! 'All generations shall call her blessed,' for on that
tender woman bosom rests that wondrous God-built arch spanning the awful
Chaim between the sinful human and the Perfect Infinite! 'For _He_ was
born of a Virgin.'

The heart of Anselm throbbed through his garments white and pure; he
loved his brothers, and feared that human art would be deemed vain and
worthless in heaven. _For the saints forget that God himself is the
Great Artist!_

Then was there silence in heaven, and the brothers knelt before the
Throne.

The Father spoke:

'Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Enter into his gates
with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise, be thankful unto
him, and bless his name: the Lion of the tribe of Judah hath conquered.
He will give to him that overcometh to eat of the Tree of Life, which is
in the Paradise of God.'

The silence that ensued was the bliss of heaven!

As Rubi, the Angel of Beauty, advanced to greet the spirits whom he had
left on the confines of chaos, the triumphant song burst from the young
choir of angels: 'For they shall not hunger nor thirst any more; neither
shall the sun fall on them or any heat. For the Lamb, which is in the
midst of the throne, shall rule them, and shall lead them to the
fountains of the waters of life, and God shall wipe away all tears from
their fives.'

Joy! joy! for the soul of the musician! The heart of the Rose had broken
while chanting the last Miserere, and she was again at his side to catch
his first Hosanna!

'Angelo--Angelo--parting and death are only seeming!'

To the soul of the poet was given the highest theme, the splendor and
love of the Eternal City, and power to joi