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SAUL JOURNEYING TO DAMASCUS.

A merry child a- playing with the shroud That lies upon a breathless mother's bed ,­A garland on the front of one new wed, Trembling and weeping while her troth is vowed ,­

A school- boy's laugh, that rises light and loud In licensed freedom from ungentle dread; These are ensamples of the Happiness For which our nature fits us: more and less Are parts of all things to the mortal given, Of Love, Joy, Truth, and Beauty. Perfect light Would dazzle, not illuminate our sight ,­From earth it is enough to glimpse at Heaven R. M. MILNES.

SAUL JOURNEYING TO DAMASCUS.

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WHOSE is that sword- that voice and eye of

flame­

That heart of unextinguishable ire?

Who bears the dungeon keys, and bonds of fire? Along his dark and withering path he came­Death in his looks, and terror in his name, Tempting the might of heaven's Eternal Sire. Lo! the light shone!-the sun's veiled beams expire­

A Saviour's self, a Saviour's lips proclaim!