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��John Daniel Logan

With fear and cannot see If that I give myself, I also, dear, give thee.

Kiss me good-bye !

And let thine eyes be eloquent

Of constant love while I am gone;

And this will be my benison

Midst scenes where death is imminent. Nay, dear, give me your lips and have no dread.

But should I fall think me not dead:

Although I yield my mortal breath,

We ll be inseparable in death.

For this must ever be If that I give myself, I also, dear, give thee.

SURSUM CORDA

T the glory-gates of the star-gemmed sky,

In the holy hush of the Easter Morn,

To the race that deemed the world God-lorn,

Sang a white-winged host, chanting clear and high

A hymn of triumph for Man s inspiring

To quell his doubt and his dread inquiring.

Oh, Faith/ they sang is Life s immutable Musician : Faith sits serene at God s great organ-keys, And out of the myriad, mad cacophonies Of mundane strife and death and devastation Re-weaveth chords of Paradisal harmonies.

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Lift up your hearts, O Men, and cease your low imagin- Jehovah still is everywhere and still in everything. Though war-winds wrack and dear blood watereth The earth, Jehovah lives and guides, nor slumbereth. On earth ye heed hell s howling discords; we In heaven hark within the diapason of eternity The dissonances of finitude and time Resolved in Love s eternal symphony. So list ye with the inward ear.

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