"I loved, and, blind with passionate ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS.

love, I fell,

[U. s. A.]

ON THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.
IT chanceth once to every soul,
Within a narrow hour of doubt and dole,

Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell.

For God is just, and death for sin is well.

"I do not rage against his high decree, Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be; But for my love on earth who mourns

for me.

God,

Than go alone in the light;

I would rather walk with Him by faith,
Than walk alone by sight.

As tired of sin as any child
Was ever tired of play,
When evening's hush has folded in
The noises of the day;

JOHN W. CHADWICK.

[U. s. A.]

A SONG OF TRUST.

O LOVE DIVINE, of all that is
The sweetest still and best,
Fain would I come and rest to-night
Upon thy tender breast;

When just for very weariness
The little one will creep
Into the arms that have no joy
Like holding him in sleep;

So I go on not knowing;
I would not if I might;

I would rather walk in the dark with I pray not, then, because I would;

I pray because I must;
There is no meaning in my prayer
But thankfulness and trust.

And looking upward to thy face,
So gentle, sweet, and strong,
In all its looks for those who love,
So pitiful of wrong,

I pray thee turn me not away,
For, sinful though I be,
Thou knowest everything I need,
And all my need of thee.

And yet the spirit in my heart

Says, Wherefore should I pray
That thou shouldst seek me with thy love,
Since thou dost seek alway;

And dost not even wait until
I urge my steps to thee;
But in the darkness of my life
Art coming still to me?

I would not have thee otherwise
Than what thou ever art:
Be still thyself, and then I know
We cannot live apart.

But still thy love will beckon me,
And still thy strength will come,
In many ways to bear me up
And bring me to my home.

And thou wilt hear the thought I mean,
And not the words I say;
Wilt hear the thanks among the words
That only seem to pray;

As if thou wert not always good,
As if thy loving care
Could ever miss me in the midst
Of this thy temple fair.

For, if I ever doubted thee,
How could I any more!