SUNDAY

READINGS.

"POETRY reveals to us the loveliness of nature; brings back the freshness of youthful feeling; revives the relish of simple pleasures; keeps unquenched the enthusiasm which warmed the spring-time of our being; refines youthful love; strengthens our interest in human nature by vivid delineations of its tenderest and loftiest feelings; and, through the brightness of its prophetic visions, helps faith to lay hold on the future life."- Channing.

"DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon or stars

To lonely, wandering, weary travellers,

Is Reason to the soul; and as on high
Those rolling fires discover but the sky,
Nor light us here-so Reason's glimmering ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,

But guide us upwards to a better day;

And as those nightly tapers disappear

When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere,

So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight,

So dies, and so dissolves, in supernatural light."

Dryden.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION.

BODLEIAL

-3 JUN 1971

LIBRARY

LONDON:

SAVILL AND EDWARDS, PRINTERS, CHANDOS STREET,

COVENT GARDEN.

The Collector of the following Verses has sought, as much as possible, to bring under each distinct subject the same cast of thought, but expressed differently, by different writers.

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ADVENT SUNDAY.

A HYMN.

ROUND-about-for ever near thee,

God-our God-shall mark and hear thee! On his car of storm He sweeps!

Bow, ye heavens; and shrink, ye deeps!
Woe to the proud ones who defy Him!
Woe to the dreamers who deny Him!
Woe to the wicked-woe!

The proud stars shall fail,
The sun shall grow pale,

The heavens shrivel up like a scroll;

Hell's ocean shall bear

Its depths of despair,

Each wave an eternal soul!

For the only thing then
That shall not live again
Is the corpse of the giant Time!

Hark! the trumpet of thunder!
Lo! earth rent asunder;
And forth on his angel-throne
He comes through the gloom,
The Judge of the Tomb,

To summon and save His own!

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