He on whose eyes sweet light revealed hath been, He on whose ears the mysteries of sound, The lame who now can walk, he who hath seen The gate of death and he whom death hath bound, Rejoice aloud--a choral company! And had they not, the stones from out the ground Witness of Him, whom Patriarchs longed to see, Had borne; such was the aspiration then, The rapture and procession. And lo, He Went like a _conqueror_ on his way, while men Cowered as before a God. _J. A. Heraud._ To Thee, who dying, _conquerest_, all hail! Son of the virgin! Hero of the blest! Over the gates of death and hell prevail; Warrior who hast alone the wine-press trod. _J. A. Heraud._ CONSCIENCE. And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a _conscience_ void of offence toward God, and toward men.--Acts, xxiv. 16. Their _conscience_ also bearing witness, and their thoughts the meanwhile accusing or else excusing one another.--Romans, ii. 15. Ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for _conscience_ sake.--Romans, xiii. 5. Holding the mystery of the faith in a pure _conscience_.--I. Timothy, iii. 9. Purge your _conscience_ from dead works to serve the living God.--Hebrews, ix. 14. We trust we have a good _conscience_.--Hebrews, xiii. 18. Guilt still alarms, and _conscience_, ne’er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud but deep; While the vexed mind her own tormentor flies, A scorpion scourge unmark’d by human eyes! Trust me no tortures that the poets feign, Can match the fierce, the unutterable pain He feels, who day and night, devoid of rest, Carries his own accuser in his breast. _Juvenal._ Study _conscience_, more than thou wouldst fame; Though both be good, the latter yet is worst, And ever is ill got, without the first. _Ben Jonson._ For though the plain judge, _Conscience_, makes no show, But silently to her dark session comes, Not as red law does to arraignment go, Or war to execution, with loud drums; Though she on hills sets not her gibbets high, Where frightful law sets hers; nor bloody seems, Like war in colours spread, yet secretly She does her work, and many men condemns; Chokes in the seed what law, till ripe, ne’er sees; What law would punish, _Conscience_ can prevent; And so the world from many mischiefs frees; Known by her cures, as law by punishment. _Sir William Davenant._ So gnaws the grief of _conscience_ evermore, And in the heart it is so deeply grave, That they may never sleep nor rest therefor, Nor think one thought but on the dread they have. _Earl of Dorset._