XXXVII.

Oh you, Earth's tender and impassioned few, Take courage to entrust your love To Him so named who guards above Its ends and shall fulfil! Breaking the narrow prayers that may Befit your narrow hearts, away In His broad, loving will.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] For I say unto you that in Heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in Heaven--_Matt._ xviii, 10.

_THE ROMAUNT OF THE PAGE._

A knight of gallant deeds And a young page at his side, From the holy war in Palestine Did slow and thoughtful ride, As each were a palmer and told for beads The dews of the eventide.

"O young page," said the knight, "A noble page art thou! Thou fearest not to steep in blood The curls upon thy brow; And once in the tent, and twice in the fight, Didst ward me a mortal blow."

"O brave knight," said the page, "Or ere we hither came, We talked in tent, we talked in field, Of the bloody battle-game; But here, below this greenwood bough, I cannot speak the same.

"Our troop is far behind, The woodland calm is new; Our steeds, with slow grass-muffled hoofs, Tread deep the shadows through; And, in my mind, some blessing kind Is dropping with the dew.