Praised and exalted
Be the Divine Sacrament
Wherein the hidden Lord a bides,
Of Spirit the sustenance.

2

And the pure Conception
Of the Queen of the Heavens
Who, Virgin Immaculate,
Is Mother of Eternal Word.

3

And the blessed Saint Joseph,
Chosen by God the Almighty,
For his reputed Father
Of His Son, the Divine Word.

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This is for all ages,
And forever. Amen.
Amen. Jesus and Mary:
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into his hands;
To his sure truth and tender care, Who earth and heav'n commands.

Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet, He shall prepare thy way.

Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.

What though thou rulest not? Yet heav'n and earth and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well.

" PRAISE ye the Lord! " The psalm to-day
Still rises on our ears,
Borne from the hills of Boston Bay
Through five times fifty years,
When Winthrop's fleet from Yarmouth crept
Out to the open main,
And through the widening waters swept,
In April sun and rain.
" Pray to the Lord with fervent lips, "
The leader shouted, " pray; "
And prayer arose from all the ships
As faded Yarmouth Bay.

They passed the Scilly Isles that day,
And May-days came, and June,
And thrice upon the ocean lay

Praise we the Lord
of Heaven's kingdom,
God's might and His wisdom.
Father of glory,
Lord everlasting,
wonders has He made.
First He built
for the children of earth
heaven as their roof:
guardian of mankind,
He created this world, our home,
the Lord everlasting,

I. The Holy Law; or The Ten Commandments, Exod. xx. 3 17

1. No God but me thou shalt adore.
2. No image frame to bow before.
3. My holy name take not in vain.
4. My sacred Sabbath don't profane.
5. To parents render due respect.
6. All murder shun, and malice check.
7. From filth and whoredom base abstain;
8. From theft and all unlawful gain.
9. False witness flee, and slandering spite;
10. Nor covet what's thy neighbour's right.

II. The Unholy Heart the direct opposite of God's holy and

It was a brave attempt! adventurous he,
Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea,
And leaving his dear native shores behind,
Trusted his life to the licentious wind.
I see the surging brine: the tempest raves
He on a pine plank rides across the waves,
Exulting on the edge of thousand gaping graves:
He steers the winged boat, and shifts the sails,
Conquers the flood, and manages the gales.

Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land,
Fearless when the great Master gives command.
Death is the storm: she smiles to hear it roar,

I murmur not though hard the lot
To see another's that fond smile;
And feel myself all, all forgot,
And left to weep unseen the while.

I murmur not that thou canst give
Another joy so dear to me;
Though for that smile alone I live,
Am glad but while I look on thee.

I would not ask those eyes to turn,
And shed their light upon my woe;
To cool these throbbing veins that burn
With passion's hottest maddest flow.

I would not cause that gentle heart
A sigh of sorrow, shade of grief;
To bid this mountain weight depart,

Prairie goes to the mountain,
Mountain goes to the sky.
The sky sweeps across to the distant hills
And here, in the middle,
Am I.

Hills crowd down to the river,
River runs by the tree.
Tree throws its shadow on sunburnt grass
And here, in the shadow,
Is me.

Shadows creep up the mountain,
Mountain goes black on the sky,
The sky bursts out with a million stars
And here, by the campfire,

1.
A pox of this fooling and plotting of late,
What a pother and stir has it kept in the state!
Let the rabble run mad with suspicions and fears;
Let them scuffle and jar till they go by the ears.
Their grievances never shall trouble my pate,
So I can enjoy my dear bottle at quiet.
2.

What coxcombs were those who would barter their ease
And their necks for a toy, a thin wafer and mass!
At old Tyburn they never had needed to swing
Had they been but true subjects to drink and their king.
A friend and a bottle is all my design;

The powerless emperor
makes himself dull
writing poems in a garden
while his armies
kill and burn But we,
in poverty lacking love,
keep some relation
to the truth of man's
infelicity: say
the late flowers, unspoiled
by insects and waiting
only for the cold.