Prass—Submission. 
OUNT each affliction, whether light or grave, 
God’s messenger sent down to thee : do thou 
With courtesy receive him ; rise and how; 
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave 
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; 
Then lay before him all thou hast; allow 
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow. 
Or mar thy hospitality; no wave 
Of mortal tumult to obliterate 
The soul’s marmoreal calmness. 
Aubrey de Vere. 
JVIoss —JVIatei^nal J-ove. 
HE Mother will not turn, who thinks she hears 
Pier nursling’s speech first grow articulate : 
But breathless with averted eyes elate 
She sits with open lips and open ears, 
That it may call her twice. 
D. G. Rossetti. 
