As every lovely hue is Light,
So every grace is Love.



ASH WEDNESDAY



When thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face; that thou
appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in
secret. St. Matthew vi. 17, 18.

"Yes--deep within and deeper yet
The rankling shaft of conscience hide,
Quick let the swelling eye forget
The tears that in the heart abide.
Calm be the voice, the aspect bold,
No shuddering pass o'er lip or brow,
For why should Innocence be told
The pangs that guilty spirits bow?

"The loving eye that watches thine
Close as the air that wraps thee round -
Why in thy sorrow should it pine,
Since never of thy sin it found?
And wherefore should the heathen see
What chains of darkness thee enslave,
And mocking say, 'Lo, this is he
Who owned a God that could not save'?"