Thi. is bet picture as abe wns 11 seems a thlug to wonder on. As thougb mine image in the ass Should tarry ,vhen niyscll :un g'oue. I gaze until she seems to stir - Umii mine eyes alinust aver That dow, even dow, the sweet lips part ']o breathe the words of the sweet heart, And yet the eartb is over In r. Last Blgbt at last I conld have slept, And yi i delayed my Bleep Uil dawn, Stlll vranderlog. Tlien it was I wept ; For i n iwares I catne upou Thosegiüdes wheie unce she walked wlth me ; Aml hf. I Btood Hiero sniUlpnly, All wan with traveraing the nlght, L"ikii the aeaolate verge of llght Tearned loud the Iron-bosomed sea. Even so, where Ileaven holds breath and bears, Tin heating licnrt of love's own breast- Fiiere ronud the secret of all spheres Afl angels lay their wtnga to rest- Bow shall my soul stand rapt and awed, 'Aixn, by tlie netv blrtfa borne ubroud Throughoat tlie ïnusic of tlie suns, It eplers in her sjuI at once Aml knows the sütnee there for God '. JIt -i -;tli lier face doth meraory sit Mi.inwh'le, and watt the dayá decline, ïill other eyes shall look from it, Eyes of the spirit's Palestlne, Kvin ihnn the old pazc tenderei ; Whlle ' alma long lost wlth her : d round lier Iniage slde by slde, I.ikc lombs of pllgrlmfi that have dlcd About the holy scpnlclire.