Cum huc illuc (Deus novit)
Ferar, sicut terror movit,

Nec stat sanguis, qui me fovit,
Solare, dulcis Spiritus!

Cum peccatis me juventæ,

Serpens premit violentæ,

Vero heu consentiente,

Solare, dulcis Spiritus!

Aures gemitus obtundunt!
Ignes oculos confundunt!

Nervi sine te succumbunt!

Solare, dulcis Spiritus !

En judicium declaratur :
En patet quod celabatur:
En! vox iras deprecatur :

Solare, dulcis Spiritus!

H. D.

Psalmus xix.

QUICQUID habet cœli vertex et splendidus ordo,
Quicquid habent vasti cœrula templa poli,

Sidera quot splendent, quot sunt super æthera flammæ,
Omnia divinum testificantur opus.

The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's praise display,

And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though nor voice nor minstrel sound Among their radiant orbs be found?

With saints and angels they rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice,

For ever singing as they shine,

The hand that made us is divine.'

Addison.

Sol qualis niteat, quali sit origine natus,
Indicia, assiduo dum redit orbe, facit;
Per quascumque vagum late jubar extulit oras,
Sedulus Artificem prædicat ille suum.

Quum modo victrices descendunt vesperis umbræ,
Excipit alternam Luna diserta vicem;

Et sua miranti memorans primordia terræ,
Edita quo fundat lumina fonte, refert.

Illius ætherium quot servant sidera cursum, Quot gyri in cœlo, noctivagæque faces, Singula confirmant cantu, quæ singula narrant, Et capit unanimes axis uterque modos.

Ergone, terrestrem circa dum volvitur orbem, Stella secat tacitam pendula quæque viam ? Ergone Sol nullos, nullos dant astra susurros, Nec faciunt de tot millibus ulla sonum?

Scilicet angelicos interlabentia cætus

Clarescunt superi murmura læta poli;
Et canere auditæ per tanta silentia voces:
FINGIMUR ÆTERNA DIRIGIMURQUE MANU.

W. G. H.

It is : be not afraid.

WHEN I sink down in gloom or fear,
Hope blighted or delayed,

Thy whisper, Lord, my heart shall cheer,

Or startled at some sudden blow,
If fretful thoughts I feel,
Fear not, it is but I!' shall flow,
As balm my wound to heal.

Nor will I quit thy way, though foes
Some onward pass defend,

For each rough voice the watch-word goes,
"Be not afraid!-a friend!'

And O! when judgment's trumpet clear

Awakes me from the grave,

Still in its echo may I hear,

" 'Tis Christ! He comes to save.'

Lyra Apostolica.

New Self.

WHY sittest thou on yonder sea-girt rock, With downward look and sadly dreaming eye? Playest thou beneath with Proteus' flock? Or with the far-bound sea-bird dost thou fly?

Ἐγώ εἰμι μὴ φοβεῖσθε.

Cum vel metu, vel cordis in caligine,
Spe labor et vana fide,

Molli susurro vox Dei me sublevat,
Tu ne timeto: Christus est!'

Ictu repente sim lacessitus gravi,
Et ægra mens exæstuet,

Solvunt dolores verba, sanant vulnera,
Tu ne timeto: Christus est!'

Hostes propinquas occupent angustias,
Non calle deflectar meo:

It voce ab omni martialis tessera,
Tu ne timeto: Christus est!'

Sic cum resurgam de sepulcrali domo,
Sonante judicis Tuba,

Percussus æther fortiter respondeat,

Tu ne timeto: Christus est!'

H.D.

Quod Sum.

CUR rupem maris insides, Demissis oculis, tristia somnians?

Ludis cum grege Protei?

An mergum sequeris per freta præpetem?