...gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far-off — r but his door, Balked with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth...

...but trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — at last, and every winter have its spring. 'But what am I? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.' In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...

...flu) At last— Tar off— at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : bnt what am I ? An Infant crying in the night : An Infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LiV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fall heyond the grave,...

...pile complete ; " That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire,' Or but subserves another's gain....in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." TENNYSON. CHAPTER X. THE DUALITY OF THE MIND AND BODY, AND THE POSITIVE...

...to some deity ; at other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes : " So runs my dream : but what am I \ An infant crying...in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." But, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth...

...one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish -to the void, When God hath made the pile complete ; Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. IN MEMOBIAM. LIFE is a great reality. And death is another. People are...

...Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold ! we know not any thing ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, —...in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. ALFRRD TRNNYSON. COMPENSATION. •" I ^EARS wash away the atoms of the...

...appeals to some deity; at other times it cannot advance beyond that which the poet laureate describes: " So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying...in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." But, friends, when the baby cries, the mother's arms are stretched forth...

...Hamlet, Act v. Sc. I. O yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. In Memoriam. liii. But what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. Ibid. liii. So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single...

...sympathize instinctively when we hear a soul benighted wailing in the voice of reverence and prayer: —but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry. It wonderfully relieves our sympathy of its burden when berating takes...