Look once more upon that Head: finds memory no attraction there In the time when, homeless-wandering, night-dews filled that very hair? Brightest glories sparkle round it--crowned with honor now; and yet, Once it found its only pillow on storm-tossed Gennesaret! See that Hand! it once grasped Peter's as he sank beneath the wave,-- Snatched the widow's son at Nain from the portal of the grave,-- Touched with healing grace the leper, gave the light to him born dark. _Deeper love to you is spoken in that nail-print--precious mark_! Let your tender gaze now rest on those dear Feet that erstwhile trod All the weary, painful journey leading Him _from_ God _to_ God; Took Him in His gentle grace wherever need and suffering thronged, Or one lonely soul was found who for the living water longed. Those the very Feet once bathed with a pardoned sinner's tears, And anointed, too, with spikenard speaking Mary's love and fears; Took Him weary on His journey under Sychar's noontide heat, Till the thirsty quenched His thirsting, and the hungry gave Him meat. Blessed Feet! 'tis only _sinners_ see the depth of beauty there; _Angels_ never have bowed o'er them with a penitential tear. Angels may regard the nail-print, with a holy, reverent calm; Ye who read the _love_ it tells of, _must_ break forth with thankful psalm. Draw yet nearer, look more fondly; yea, e'en nestle and abide In that covert from the storm-blast, in the haven of His Side. That deep wound speaks man's great hatred, but His love surpassing great: _There were focused, at one spear-point, all God's love and all man's hate_! Rest, ye saints! your search is ended; ye have reached the source of peace. By the side of Jesus risen, earth's dull cares and sorrows cease. Here are Elim's wells and palm-trees, grateful shade and waters cool, Whilst in Christ's deep love there's healing far beyond Bethesda's pool. Closer, closer, cluster round Him, till the kindling of that Love Melt your hearts to like compassions whilst amid like scenes ye move. Only thus abiding in Him can ye fruitfulness expect, Or, 'mid old-creation sorrows, new-creation love reflect. Ever closer gather round Him, till "the glory of that Light" Dims the old creation glitter, proves earth's glare to be but--night! Gaze upon Him till His beauties wing your feet as on ye run, Faith soon bursting into sight, in God's clear day "Above the Sun." F. C. J. WORKS BY J. G. BELLETT. _The Patriarchs._ Being meditations upon Enoch, Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, and Job; with The Canticles, and Heaven and Earth. 435 pp. Cloth, post-paid, $1.00. _The Evangelists._ A study of the four gospels, "tracing the varied glories of Christ, and to notice their characteristics, so as to distinguish the purpose of the Spirit of God in each of them." 500 pp. Cloth, post-paid, $1.00. _The Moral Glory of the Lord Jesus._