October 19

Behold My hands and My feet, that it is I myself.

A S the dove which found no rest For the sole of her foot, flew back

To the ark her only nest,

And found safety there;

Because Noah put forth his hand,

Drew her in from ruin and wrack,

And was more to her than the land

And the air:

So my spirit, like that dove,

Fleeth away to an ark

Where dwelleth a Heart of Love,

A Hand pierced to save,

Though the sun and the moon should fail,

Though the stars drop into the dark,

And my body lay itself pale

In a grave.

CHRIS-

TINA G.

ROSSETTI

THE SACRAMENT OF JOY