There is to me no poetry so elevating and 

 soothing as some of the hymns, and I class in the 

 same category such beautiful compositions as, for 

 instance, the anthem written by Mr. Benson on 

 our late lamented Queen : 



She hath her heart's desire! 



She hath her joy I 

 Joy that no time can tire, 



No care destroy. . . . 



And, to give another instance, such lines as were 

 written by his mother to the late Lord Dufferin, 

 with the presentation of a lamp, on his twenty- 

 first birthday: 



At a most solemn pause we stand, 



From this day forth, for evermore, 

 The weak but loving human hand 



Must cease to guide thee as of yore. 

 Then, as thro* life thy footsteps stray 



And earthly beacons dimly shine, 

 " Let there be light " upon thy way 



And holier guidance far than mine I 

 "Let there be light" in thy clear soul, 



When passion tempts and doubts assail 

 When grief's dark tempests o'er thee roll, 



"Let there be light" that shall not fail! 

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