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These limbs like ours which are What must make our Day-star Much dearer to mankind; Whose glory bare would blind, Or less would win man's mind. Through her we may see Him Made sweeter, not made dim; And her hand leaves His light Sifted, to suit our sight.

There exist but a few other poems bearing Father Hopkins' name. A short but characteristic piece, "Morning, Midday and Evening Sacrifice," should be included among the devotional lyrics; also that direct and manly "Hymn" referred to earlier. And there is one white rose of a fragment, so brief and so exquisite that we give it entire:—

HEAVEN HAVEN.

Thinking about Heaven makes all of us wistful; but it is pondering on the tear-stains and blood-stains of earth that crushes out the joy of life. Father Gerard had, seemingly from boyhood, a dangerous realisation of this omnipresent sorrow of living; his own experience did not tend to lighten the burden, and throughout his later years the weight was well-nigh intolerable. Sanely