My share! No deed of house or spreading lands,

As I had dreamed; no measure Heaped up with gold; my elder brother's hands

Had never held such treasure. Foxes have holes, and birds in nests are fed:

My brother had not where to lay his head.

My share! The right like him to know all pain

Which hearts are made for knowing; The right to find in loss the surest gain;

To reap my joy from sowing

In bitter tears; the right with him to keep

A watch by day and night with all who weep.

My share! To-day men call it grief and death;

I see the joy and life to-morrow; I thank my Father with my every breath,

For this sweet legacy of sorrow; And through my tears I call to each "joint heir

With Christ, make haste to ask him for thy share.”

DIVINE LOVE.

H. H.

THOU hidden love of God! whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows

I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose.

My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in Thee.

Thy secret voice invites me still

The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove; And fain I would; but though my will Seem fixed, yet wide my passions

rove;

Yet hindrances strew all the way -
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.

'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in
Thee!

Thou lov'st not till from loving more thou free

My soul: who ever gives, takes liberty;

Oh! if thou car'st not whom I love, Alas, thou lov'st not me!

Seal, then, this bill of my divorce to all

On whom those fainter beams of love did fall;

Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be

On face, wit, hopes (false mistresses), to thee.

Churches are best for prayer that have least light;

To see God only, I go out of sight; And to 'scape stormy days, I choose An everlasting night.

THE ELIXIR.

DONNE.

TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And, what I do in any thing,
To do it as for thee: