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She is not dead,—the child of our affection,

But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,

And Christ himself doth rule.

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In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,

By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,

She lives, whom we call dead.

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Day after day we think what she is doing

In those bright realms of air ;
Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,

Behold her grown more fair.

Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken

The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, 35

May reach her where she lives.

Not as a child shall we again behold her;

For when with raptures wild
In our embraces we again enfold her,

She will not be a child ;

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But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,

Clothed with celestial grace;
And beautiful with all the soul's expansion

Shall we behold her face.

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And though at times impetuous with emotion

And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,

That cannot be at rest,

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We will be patient, and assuage the feeling

We may not wholly stay;
By silence sanctifying, not concealing,

T'he grief that must have way.

THE BUILDERS.

ALL are architects of Fate,

Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great,

Some with ornaments of rhyme.

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Nothing useless is, or low;

Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show

Strengthens and supports the rest.

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For the structure that we raise,

Time is with materials filled ; Our to-days and yesterdays

Are the blocks with which we build.

Truly shape and fashion these;

Leave no yawning gaps between; Think not, because no man sees,

Such things will remain unseen.

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In the elder days of Art,

Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ;

For the Gods see everywhere.

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Let us do our work as well,

Both the unseen and the seen;
Make the house, where Gods may dwell,

Beautiful, entire, and clean.

[blocks in formation]

THE LADDER OF ST. AUGUSTINE.

SAINT AUGUSTINE! well hast thou said,

That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread

Beneath our feet each deed of shame!

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All common things, each day's events,

That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents,

Are rounds by which we may ascend.

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The low desire, the base design,

That makes another's virtues less ; The revel of the ruddy wine,

And all occasions of excess;

The longing for ignoble things;

The strife for triumph more than truth; The hardening of the heart, that brings

Irreverence for the dreams of youth;

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All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,

That have their root in thoughts of ill ; Whatever hinders or impedes

The action of the nobler will ;

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All these must first be trampled down

Beneath qur feet, if we would gain

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