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FORMS of saints and kings are standing

The cathedral door above;

THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR.

Yet I saw but one among them

Who hath soothed my soul with love.

In his mantle,-wound about him,
As their robes the sowers wind,-
Bore he swallows and their fledglings,
Flowers and weeds of every kind.

And so stands he calm and childlike,
High in wind and tempest wild;

O, were I like him exalted,

I would be like him, a child!

And my songs,-green leaves and blossoms,To the doors of heaven would bear,

Calling, even in storm and tempest,

Round me still these birds of air.

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THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL.

FROM THE GERMAN OF JULIUS MOSEN,

ON the cross the dying Saviour
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling
In his pierced and bleeding palm.

And by all the world forsaken,
Sees he how with zealous care

At the ruthless nail of iron

A little bird is striving there.

Stained with blood and never tiring,
With its beak it doth not cease,
From the cross 'twould frce the Saviour,
Its Creator's Son release.

And the Saviour speaks in mildness:

"Blest be thou of all the good!

Bear, as token of this moment,

Marks of blood and holy rood!”

And that bird is called the crossbill;
Covered all with blood so clear,

In the groves of pine it singeth

Songs, like legends, strange to hear.

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Thou little, youthful maiden,

Come unto my great heart;

My heart, and the sea, and the heaven, Are melting away with love!

POETIC APHORISMS.

FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU.-SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.

MONEY.

WHEREUNTO is money good?

Who has it not wants hardihood,

Who has it has much trouble and care,

Who once has had it has despair.

THE BEST MEDICINES.

Joy and Temperance and Repose
Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

SIN.

Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,

Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.

POVERTY AND BLINDNESS.

A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees.

LAW OF LIFE.

Live I, so live I,

To my Lord heartily,

To my Prince faithfully,

To my Neighbour honestly,
Die I, so die I.

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