Or do ye know, ye children, one blessing that

comes not from Heaven?

What has mankind forsooth, the poor ! that it has

not received?

Therefore, fall in the dust and pray!

The Children of the Lord's Supper

JUNE ELEVENTH

And he gathers the prayers as he stands,
And they change into flowers in his hands,
Into garlands of purple and red;

And beneath the great arch of the portal,
Through the streets of the City Immortal
Is wafted the fragrance they shed.

JUNE TWELFTH

From the spirits on earth that adore,
From the souls that entreat and implore
In the fervor and passion of prayer;

Sandalphon

From the hearts that are broken with losses,

And weary with dragging the crosses

Too heavy for mortals to bear.

Sandalphon

JUNE THIRTEENTH

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,

God hath written in those stars above; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of his love.

Flowers

JUNE FOURTEENTH

Beneath some patriarchal tree
I lay upon the ground;
His hoary arms uplifted he,
And all the broad leaves over me
Clapped their little hands in glee,

With one continuous sound.

JUNE FIFTEENTH

And dreams of that which cannot die,
Bright visions, came to me,

As lapped in thought I used to lie,
And gaze into the summer sky,
Where the sailing clouds went by,
Like ships upon the sea.

JUNE SIXTEENTH

O Life and Love! O happy throng
Of thoughts, whose only speech is song!
O heart of man! canst thou not be

Blithe as the air is, and as free?

JUNE SEVENTEENTH

Prelude

Prelude

A Day of Sunshine

As pleasant songs, at morning sung,

The words that dropped from his sweet tongue Strengthened our hearts; or, heard at night,

Made all our slumbers soft and light.

The Golden Legend

A man of such a genial mood

The heart of all things he embraced,
And yet of such fastidious taste,

He never found the best too good.

The Wayside Inn

JUNE NINETEENTH

The green trees whispered low and mild,
It was a sound of joy!

They were my playmates when a child,
And rocked me in their arms so wild!

Still they looked at me and smiled,

As if I were a boy.

JUNE TWENTIETH

And, falling on my weary brain,
Like a fast-falling shower,

The dreams of youth came back again,
Low lispings of the summer rain,
Dropping on the ripened grain,
As once upon the flower.

Prelude

Prelude

JUNE TWENTY-FIRST

In this false world, we do not always know
Who are our friends and who our enemies.
We all have enemies, and all need friends.
The Spanish Student

JUNE TWENTY-SECOND

Honor and blessings on his head

While living, good report when dead,

Who, not too eager for renown,

Accepts, but does not clutch, the crown!

The Wayside Inn

JUNE TWENTY-THIRD

Something there was in her life incomplete, imperfect, unfinished;

As if a morning of June, with all its music and sunshine,

Suddenly paused in the sky, and, fading, slowly descended

Into the east again, from whence it late had arisen. Evangeline

JUNE TWENTY-FOURTH

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,

All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,

All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,

Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"

Evangeline

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow,

Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.

Under the humble walls of the little Catholic

church-yard,

In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.

Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,

Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,

Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,

Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,

Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

JUNE TWENTY-SIXTH

Alas! we are but eddies of dust,
Uplifted by the blast, and whirled
Along the highway of the world
A moment only, then to fall
Back to a common level all,
At the subsiding of the gust!

Evangeline

The Spanish Student