I am the Bread of Life: he that cometh to Me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on Me shall never thirst.JOHN Vi.

"Adoro te supplex, latens Deitas."

O DREADFUL, unapproached Deity,

Who 'neath these symbols giv'st Thyself to me;
The heart of hearts prostrate before Thee falls,
And cannot reach Thee; contemplation fails,
In dread amazement lost: I hear Thy words,
"This is My Body," which the Son of God,
The Word of Truth hath spoken; I believe,
And know no more: Thou art Thyself the Truth.
Upon Thy Cross Thy manhood hung to view,
Thy Godhead was conceal'd from earthly eyes:
Thy Body here we see not, but believe.

And I would on Thee gaze, and make the prayer
Of the poor penitent thief,-Remember me!
Though I behold Thee not, nor feel Thy wounds,
Like Thomas-I would hide mine eyes, and cry,
Thou art my Lord and God! Make me believe
And love Thee; make me to believe Thee more,
And more to love, and have my hope in Thee.
O dread Memorial, only Sacrifice,

True living Bread, the Bread that gives true life,

Make my soul taste Thee, feed on Thee, and live.
O Fount of purity! Jesu, my Lord,

Unclean-unclean am I, make Thou me clean
With Thine own blood; of which one little drop
Can cleanse the guilty world of all her sin.
O Thou, whom I behold beneath the veil,
Grant one thing unto me, for which 1 thirst,
Suppliant I pray Thee, that I may behold
Thy gracious countenance without the veil;
And, when I see Thy glory, may be blest.

PERSONS AND EVENTS

RECORDED IN

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

ON THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY.

He that is mighty hath done to me great things, and holy is His name.-LUKE i.

"Ut sol decoro lumine."

As the sun

O'er misty shrouds,

When he walks

Upon the clouds;

Or as when

The moon doth rise,

And refreshes

All the skies;
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Or as when

The lily flower
Stands amid

The vernal bower;

Or the water's

Glassy face

Doth reflect

The starry space;

Thus above

All mothers shone

The mother of

The Blessed One.

In Thee shall all the families of the earth be blessed.-GEN. xii.

"Unus bonorum fons, Deus, omnium."

O THOU Sole Fountain of all good,
How hast Thou from Thy dark abode
Open'd Thine hand! Thine Israel own'd,
Thy handmaid with Thy bounty crown'd.

As on a rugged thorn the rose
Though hostile briers round her close,
Yet o'er a thousand armed spears
Her gentleness in beauty rears.

Thus meekly, mid our ruin'd race,
Hath grace found out a dwelling-place,
And, through that maiden-mother given,
Appear'd the loveliness of Heaven.

All glory to the Eternal Three,
Who, pitying man's poor destiny,
Have sent the pledge of

mercy down

To herald Him, the Holy One.