He always loved the mountain tops, for there Away from earth, He treads the mystic ways, And sees the vision of the Fairest Fair, As Heaven dawns upon His raptured gaze; The loneliness, the pain, the grief depart; Surpassing gladness fills His Sacred Heart. That day He stood upon the olive hill, And Peter, James and John in wonder saw The burning glories of the God-head fill His soul with grandeur, and in holy awe They fell upon the ground and cried for grace, Lest they should die beholding God’s own Face. As minor chords that sob from strings of gold The Master speaks in accents sweet and sad: The vision past, the chosen three behold No one but Jesus and their souls are glad. The awe, the splendor and the glory gone, How sweet the face of Christ to look upon! BELOVED, IT IS MORN BY EMILY H. HICKEY Beloved, it is morn! A redder berry on the thorn, A deeper yellow on the corn, For this good day new-born. Pray, Sweet, for me That I may be Faithful to God and thee. Beloved, it is day! And lovers work, as children play, With heart and brain untired alway: Dear love, look up and pray. Pray, Sweet, for me That I may be Faithful to God and thee. Beloved, it is night! Thy heart and mine are full of light, Thy spirit shineth clear and white, God keep thee in His sight! Pray, Sweet, for me That I may be Faithful to God and thee. A SEA STORY BY EMILY H. HICKEY Silence. A while ago Shrieks went up piercingly; But now is the ship gone down; Good ship, well manned, was she. There’s a raft that’s a chance of life for one, This day upon the sea. A chance for one of two; Young, strong, are he and he, Just in the manhood prime, The comelier, verily, For the wrestle with wind and weather and wave, In the life upon the sea. One of them has a wife And little children three; Two that can toddle and lisp, And a suckling on the knee: Naked they’ll go, and hunger sore, If he be lost at sea. One has a dream of home, A dream that well may be: He never has breathed it yet; She never has known it, she. But some one will be sick at heart If he be lost at sea. “Wife and kids at home!-- Wife, kids, nor home has he!-- Give us a chance, Bill!” Then, “All right, Jem!” Quietly A man gives up his life for a man, This day upon the sea. THE STARLIGHT NIGHT BY GERARD HOPKINS, S.J.