Against whose life the bow of power is bent, Who flies, and hath not where to lay his head;

I come to thee for shelter and for food,

To Yussouf, called through all our tribes "The Good.""

"This tent is mine," said Yussouf, "but no

more

Than it is God's; come in, and be at peace;
Freely shalt thou partake of all my store
As I of His who buildeth over these
Our tents his glorious roof of night and day,
And at whose door none ever yet heard Nay."

So Yussouf entertained his guest that night, And, waking him ere day, said: "Here is gold;

My swiftest horse is saddled for thy flight; Depart before the prying day grow bold." As one lamp lights another, nor grows less, So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.

That inward light the stranger's face made grand,

Which shines from all self-conquest; kneeling low,

He bowed his forehead upon Yussouf's hand, Sobbing: "O Sheik, I cannot leave thee so ; I will repay thee; all this thou hast done Unto that Ibrahim who slew thy son!"

"Take thrice the gold," said Yussouf, "for with thee

Into the desert, never to return,

My one black thought shall ride away from

me;

First-born, for whom by day and night I

yearn,

Balanced and just are all of God's decrees; Thou art avenged, my first-born, sleep in peace!"

WHAT RABBI JEHOSHA SAID.

ABBI JEHOSHA used to say
That God made angels every day,

Perfect as Michael and the rest

First brooded in creation's nest,

Whose only office was to cry
Hosanna! once, and then to die;
Or rather, with Life's essence blent,
To be led home from banishment.

Rabbi Jehosha had the skill

To know that Heaven is in God's will;
And doing that, though for a space
One heart-beat long, may win a grace
As full of grandeur and of glow
As Princes of the Chariot know.

'T were glorious, no doubt, to be
One of the strong-winged Hierarchy,
To burn with Seraphs, or to shine
With Cherubs, deathlessly divine;
Yet I, perhaps, poor earthly clod,
Could I forget myself in God,
Could I but find my nature's clew
Simply as birds and blossoms do,
And but for one rapt moment know

"T is Heaven must come, not we must go, Should win my place as near the throne As the pearl-angel of its zone,

And God would listen mid the throng

For my one breath of perfect song,
That, in its simple human way,

Said all the Host of Heaven could say.

ALL-SAINTS.

NE feast, of holy days the crest,
I, though no Churchman, love to
keep,

All-Saints,

the unknown good that rest
In God's still memory folded deep;
The bravely dumb that did their deed,
And scorned to blot it with a name,

Men of the plain heroic breed,

That loved Heaven's silence more than fame.

Such lived not in the past alone,

But thread to-day the unheeding street, And stairs to Sin and Famine known Sing with the welcome of their feet ; The den they enter grows a shrine, The grimy sash an oriel burns, Their cup of water warms like wine, Their speech is filled from heavenly urns.

About their brows to me appears

An aureole traced in tenderest light, The rainbow-gleam of smiles through tears In dying eyes, by them made bright, Of souls that shivered on the edge Of that chill ford repassed no more, And in their mercy felt the pledge And sweetness of the farther shore.

THE DARKENED MIND.

HE fire is burning clear and blithely,
Pleasantly whistles the winter wind
We are about thee, thy friends and

kindred,

On us all flickers the firelight kind ;
There thou sitt'st in thy wonted corner
Lone and awful in thy darkened mind.

;

There thou sitt'st; now and then thou moan

est;

Thou dost talk with what we cannot see,
Lookest at us with an eye so doubtful,

It doth put us very far from thee;