November 23

In the shadow of Thy wings will I make my refuge.

THEN on our utter weakness and the hush Of hearts exhausted that can ache no more,

On such abeyance of self and swoon of soul

The Spirit hath lighted oft, and let men see

That all our vileness alters God no more

Than our dimmed eyes can quench the stars in heaven :—

From years ere years were told, through all the sins,

Unknown sins of innumerable men,

God is Himself for ever, and shows to-day,

As erst in Eden, the eternal hope.

FREDERIC

W. H.

MYERS,

St. John

the Baptist

2 T

IN DIVERS MANNERS