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Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini."
Who is the Angel that cometh ?

Let us not question what he brings,

Peace or strife ;
Under the shade of his mighty wings,

One by one,
Are his ecrets

One by one,
Lit by the rays of each morning's sun,

Shall a new flower its petals unfold,

With the mystery hid in its heart of gold.
We will arise and go forth to greet him,

Singly, gladly, with one accord,

“ Blessed is he that cometh In the name of the Lord !”


Who is the Angel that cometh ?

Pain !
Let us arise and go forth to greet him;

Not in vain
Is the summons come for us to meet him;

He will stay,
And darken our sun;

He will stay
A desolate night, a weary day.

Since in that shadow our work is done,

And in that shadow our crowns are won,
Let us say still while his bitter chalice

Slowly into our hearts is poured,

“ Blessed is he that cometh In the name of the Lord ! ”

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strengthen me; and when I have wandered away in sin, and repented and returned to the right path, then from hope I get my peace of mind again, and newness of virtue.

The morrow of the world is a purpose in the mind of God, and so is the great to-morrow of my soul. And I can be well contented to have my life subside on the bosom of him in whom the day died away this evening so beautifully, and in whom it will begin again in the morning so grandly.

O, if there is a heaven for our faith, there are friends in it for our love. Love is greater than faith.

There are some great souls, the very thought of whom is an increase of faith.

A truthful heart never breaks; it strengthens to the last. And to the last we will trust. God is almighty ; then all things are his mightiness, and all life is his will.

And to us joys shall be the will of God, and so shall pains and sorrows be. Providence is in all things, so that whatever we do not understand shall be to us nothing to be frightened about, but it shall be mystery and the will of God.

I know that darkness is good for me, as well as light, and that it is good for me not to know some things, as well as to know others; and for myself, I can pray to God out of my whole heart, and with the strength of my understanding, “ Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven”; else there is not a flower, nor an insect, nor a bird, nor an animal, nor a day, nor a man, but might make me question myself to madness.— William Mountford.

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Know of a truth that only the Time-shadows have

perished, or are perishable ; that the real being of whatever was, and whatever is, and whatever will be, is even now and forever.

Can the earth, which is but dead, and a vision, resist Spirits, which have reality, and are alive? On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped in. The last rear of the host will read traces of the earliest van. But whence? O Heaven, whither? Sense knows not ; faith knows not; only that it is through mystery into mystery, from God to God. - Thomas Carlyle.

Of what import this vacant sky, these puffing elements, these insignificant lives, full of selfish loves, and quarrels, and ennui? Every thing is prospective, and man is to live hereafter. That the world is for his education is the only sane solution of the enigma. All the comfort I have found, teaches me to confide that I shall not have less in times and places that I do not yet know. All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen. Whatever it be which the great Providence prepares for us, it must be something large and generous, , and in the great style of his works.

The love that will be annihilated sooner than be treacherous has already made death impossible,' and affirms itself no mortal, but a native of the deeps of absolute and inextinguishable being.-R. W. Emer


'Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels
Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day
Beside you; and lie down at night by you,
Who care not for their presence muse or sleep-
And all at once they leave you and you know them!

Dear Festus, lay me,
When I shall die, within some narrow grave,
Not by itself — for that would be too proud -
But where such graves are thickest: let it look
Nowise distinguished from the hillocks round,
So that the peasant at his brother's bed
May tread upon my own and know it not;
And we shall all be equal at the last,
Or classed according to life's natural ranks,
Fathers, sons, brothers, friends not rich, nor wise,
Nor gifted.

In man's self arise
August anticipations, symbols, types
Of a dim splendor ever on before,
In that eternal circle run by life:
For men begin to pass their nature's bound,
And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant
Their proper joys and griefs; and outgrow all
The narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade
Before the unmeasured thirst for good ; while peace
Rises within them ever more and more.

If I stoop
Into a dark, tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast — its splendor, soon or late,
Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge one day!

Robert Browning:

The life of the Spirit is the evidence [of immortality]. Heaven begun is the living proof that makes the heaven to come credible. “ Christ in you is the hope of glory.” It is the eagle eye of faith which penetrates the grave, and sees far into the tranquil things of death. He alone can believe in immortality who feels the resurrection in him already. — F. W. Robertson.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breath;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

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