Fraternal joys above.

There daily through Christ's open gate
They see the Gentile spirits press,
Brightening their high estate
With dearer happiness.

What civic wreath for comrades saved
Shone ever with such deathless gleam,
Or when did perils braved
So sweet to veterans seem?



TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK



And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great
joy, and did run to bring His disciples word. St. Matthew xxviii.
8.

TO THE SNOWDROP.

Thou first-born of the year's delight,
Pride of the dewy glade,
In vernal green and virgin white,
Thy vestal robes, arrayed:

'Tis not because thy drooping form