From SAINT PAUL

BY F. W. H. MYERS

God who, whatever frenzy of our fretting,
Vexeth sad life to spoil and to destroy,
Lendeth an hour for peace and for forgetting,
Setteth in pain the jewel of His joy.

TO A FRIEND

Chafing at Enforced Idleness from Interrupted Health
BY WILLIAM WATSON

Soon may the edict lapse, that on you lays
This dire compulsion of infertile days,
This hardest penal toil, reluctant rest!
Meanwhile I count you eminently blest,
Happy from labours heretofore well done,
Happy in tasks auspiciously begun.

For they are blest that have not much to rue-
That have not oft mis-heard the prompter's cue,
Stammered and stumbled and the wrong parts played,
And life a Tragedy of Errors made.

"WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS,
NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING"

BY ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH

It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:

That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.

MAGNA EST VERITAS

BY COVENTRY PATMORE

Here, in this little Bay,

Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,

The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.

For want of me the world's course will not fail;
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,

When none cares whether it prevail or not.

R XI

BEAUTY'S WINE

(A Specific for Ugliness)