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 With strenuous arm, and cheerful strain, And wisdom of laborous brain: We give our life, our heart, our breath, That you may live to conquer death; That, past your tomb, with souls in health, Joy may be yours, and blessed wealth; Through vigils of the painful night, Our spirits with your tempters fight: For you, for you, we live alone, Where no joy comes, where cold winds moan: Nor friends have we, nor have we foes; Our Queen is of the lonely Snows. Ah! and sometimes, our prayers between, Come sudden thoughts of what hath been: Dreams! And from dreams, once more we fall To prayer: God save, Christ keep, them all. And thou, who knowest not these things, Hearken, what news our message brings! Our toils, thy joy of life forgot: Our lives of prayer forget thee not.

CADGWITH

My windows open to the autumn night, In vain I watched for sleep to visit me: How should sleep dull mine ears, and dim my sight, Who saw the stars, and listened to the sea?

Ah, how the City of our God is fair! If, without sea and starless though it be, For joy of the majestic beauty there, Men shall not miss the stars, nor mourn the sea.