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When the passing bell doth toll,
And the Furies, in a shoal,
Come to fright a parting soul,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few.
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the priest his last hath prayed,
And I nod to what he said
Because my speech is now decayed,
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When, God knows, I'm tost about
Either with despair or doubt,
Yet before the glass be out,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the Tempter me pursu'th.
With the sins of all my youth,
And half damns me with untruth
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!

When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes,

And all terrors me surprise,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

When the judgment is revealed,
And that opened which was sealed —
When to Thee I have appealed.
Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

TO KEEP A TRUE LENT.

Is this a fast — to keep
The larder lean,
And clean
From fat of veals and sheep?

Is it to quit the dish

Of flesh, yet still
To fill

The platter high with fish?

Is it to fast an hour —
Or ragged go —
Or show
A downcast look, and sour?

No! 'tis a fast to dole

Thy sheaf of wheat,
And meat,
Unto the hungry soul.

It is to fast from strife,
From old debate,
And hate —
To circumcise thy life,

To show a heart grief-rent;
To starve thy sin,
Not bin —
And that's to keep thy Lent.

Thomas Kibble Hervey.

CLEOPATRA EMBARKING ON THE CYDNUS.

Flutes in the sunny air! And harps in the porphyry halls!

And a low, deep hum like a people s prayer,

With its heart-breathed swells and falls!

And an echo like the desert's call,

Flung back to the shouting shores! And the river's ripple heard through all,

As it plays with the silver oars! —

The sky is a gleam of gold,
And the amber breezes float

Like thoughts to be dreamed of, but
never told,
Around the dancing boat!

She has stepped on the burning sand; And the thousand tongues are mute,

And the Syrian strikes with a trembling hand The strings of his gilded lute! And the Ethiop's heart throbs loud and high Beneath his white symar.

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