April 24

Open Thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things.

ARE the divine recollections that slumber in our souls to be awakened only by the lance-thrusts of grief? The sage needs no such violent arousing. . . . He never ceases to behold that of which you have caught but a passing glimpse; and a smile will readily tell him all that it needed a tempest, or even the hand of death to reveal to you. . . . Must we always be warned, and can we only fall on our knees when some one is there to tell us that God is passing by? If you have loved profoundly you have needed no one to tell you that your soul was a thing as great in itself as the world; that the stars, the flowers, the waves of night and sea were not solitary; that it was on the threshold of appearances that everything began, but nothing ended. . . . You have beheld that which in life cannot be seen without ecstasy. But cannot we live as though we always loved? It was this that the saints and heroes did; this and nothing more.

MAURICE MAETER- LINCK

SUNRISE

25 April Morning Let them that love Him be as the Sun when he goeth forth in his might.

O GOLDEN Sun, whose ray My path illumineth:

Light of the circling day, Whose night is birth and death:

Now with resplendent flood Gladden my waking eyes, And stir my slothful blood To joyous enterprise.

Arise, arise, as when At first God said LIGHT BE! That He might make us men With eyes His light to see.

Scatter the clouds that hide The face of heaven, and show Where sweet Peace doth abide, Where Truth and Beauty grow.

Awaken, cheer, adorn, Invite, inspire, assure The joys that praise thy morn, The toils thy noons mature:

And soothe the eve of day, That darkens back to death; O golden Sun, whose ray Our path illumineth!

ROBERT BRIDGES

AND A STAR