BLIND BARTIMEUS.

BLIND Bartimeus at the gates

Of Jericho in darkness waits;

He hears the crowd:-he hears a breath

Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!"

And calls, in tones of agony,

Ἰησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με!

The thronging multitudes increase;
Blind Bartimeus, hold thy peace!
But still, above the noisy crowd,
The beggar's cry is shrill and loud;
Until they say," He calleth thee!"
Θάρσει, έγειραι, φωνεῖ σε!

BLIND BARTIMEUS.

Then saith the Christ, as silent stands

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The crowd," What wilt thou at my hands?' And he replies, "O give me light!

Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight.

And Jesus answers. "Tлαуε

Ἡ πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε!

Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see,

In darkness and in misery,

Recall those mighty Voices Three,

Ἰησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με!

Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ὕπαγε!

Ἡ πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε!

THE GOBLET OF LIFE.

FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim;
And though my eyes with tears are dim
I see its sparkling bubbles swim,
And chaunt a melancholy hymn
With solemn voice and slow.

No purple flowers,-no garlands green,
Conceal the gobiet's shade or sheen,
Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene,
Like gleams of sunshine, flash between
Thick leaves of mistletoe.