. Sicut patribus : and other verse . roar of the flamesWhere the people had stood in their madness reviling the thrice holy names. When the fearsome night past and the morning shone down on our convent once more,**Ichabod, murmured our prior, *the glory of Conrad is oer ;He smiteth, and we are sore humbled; He scourgeth our pride with His fire ;He sendeth His wrath out amongst us and abaseth our glorious , who can fathom His purpose, or who can read straightvs^ay His plan ?The Lords w^ays are never as our ways, and foolish before Him is man! In the year 1174, the choir of Canterbury Cat
. Sicut patribus : and other verse . roar of the flamesWhere the people had stood in their madness reviling the thrice holy names. When the fearsome night past and the morning shone down on our convent once more,**Ichabod, murmured our prior, *the glory of Conrad is oer ;He smiteth, and we are sore humbled; He scourgeth our pride with His fire ;He sendeth His wrath out amongst us and abaseth our glorious , who can fathom His purpose, or who can read straightvs^ay His plan ?The Lords w^ays are never as our ways, and foolish before Him is man! In the year 1174, the choir of Canterbury Cathedral was destroyedby fire, and according to Gervasc, the monkish chronicler of theseevents, and himself a witness of what he describes, The people wereastonished that the Almighty should suffer such things, and maddenedwith excess of grief and perplexity, they tore their hair, and beat thewalls and pavement of the church with their hands and heads,blaspheming the Lord and His iaints, the patrons of His church. MISCELLANEOUS VERSE. A WITHERED ROSE These brown, curled leaves were once a rose All fair and fresh, and sweet as summers past, and winter snows Have buried Hope slain by Despair ! INEVITABLE The fairest rose that blooms hides yet a thorn ; The dearest friend shall one day bring you grief;In August twilight is the winter born. And waving wheat precedes the falling leaf. BLACK ROCK, NANTASKET A huge black sea-shape left at turn of tide. It drags, afar from shore, its low gaunt length. In dateless aeons in lone waters wide Was this some slimy saurians league-long strength? MISCELLANE 0 US VERSE DECEMBERS WOOINGI. DECEMBER TO MAY Though I look old, love,Im young and bold, I see you. Fain would I ask, you some task, prove this true. That done, Id take, payments sake, maid I woo. II. MAY TO DECEMBER Would you, indeed, sir ?Pray take good heed, what I say. This my behest, sir : Cease to protest, sir. Your love toda
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