What have we lost with our lost H… Have sacred faith and worship come… Is life no more with noble meaning… Is it not still a thing ineffable, Beyond what mind can grasp or tong…

THROUGH jewelled windows in the… The tempered daylight smiles, And solemn music swells and falls Adown these stately aisles; Beneath that carven chancel– rood

Poor, hapless souls! at whom we st… As at invading armies sweeping by— As strange to haggard face and des… Did we not know the worm must turn… Poor, hungry men, with hungry chil…

Like a white snowdrop in the sprin… From child to girl I grew, And thought no thought, and heard… That was not pure and true. And when I came to seventeen,

How will our unborn children scoff… In the good years to come, The happier ears to come, Because, like driven sheep, we yie… Before the shearers dumb.

Awawe-worn boulder, with green sea… A silken mantle o’er its jagged si… And silvery, seething waters softl… Through gulfs and channels hollow’… A lime-cliff overhead, o’erhanging…

“Friend,” quoth Lord Nevil, “thou… To face the world, and thou art bl… To subtle ways of womankind; The meshes thou wilt fall among.” “Take an old married man’s advice;

Why should we care for storms that… Safe at our household hearth? Unknowing whence we came, or where… Why should we ache and toil, and w… Treading from no beginning to no e…

Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The 'trivial round and common task… And for no wider walk of life to s… Than we were born to; sweetly, day… Our meed of lowly reverence to pay

Ye, that the untrod paths have bra… With heart and brain unbound; Who ask not that your souls be sav… But that the Truth be found; Whose fiery cross is borne unseen,

Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive, A poor old body shrunk and bent - The queen-bee of the hive. But hives of bees and hives of men

When the investing darkness growls… And deep reverberates to deep; When keyhole whines and chimney ho… And all the roofs and windows weep… Then, through the doorless walls o…

Through jewelled windows in the wa… The tender daylight smiles; Majestic music swells and falls Adown the stately aisles; Shadows of carven roof and rood,

Midsummer, 1867. We have heard many sermons, you an… And many more may hear, When sitting quiet in cathedral na… With folded palms and faces meek a…

I hear strange voices in the air. My pulses leap, I tear my hair In rage, rebellion, and despair; Yet dare not speak. I am for right, my foes for wrong,