28 AUGUST 1880, Page 14

PO E TRY.

UBI MISER, IBI crausTtrs.

Ii was the eve of Easter po,y, Her heart within was sad; They have taken away lily 'Lord, she said, And how should I be glad ?

I see the thorns, the cross, the grave, The dead hands wounded sore; But the risen form of the Crucified Is lost for evermore.

Why say you so, the answer came, When you this very day Have seen the Christ for wirom you mourn, 4:11 1.* aVNT

He suffers with his people still : Who binds the broken limb, Or fills the aching heart with hope, Has done it unto him.

A sign, she cried, that this is so. Thou hast it in thy breast :

The token is the peace of Christ,— Know this, and be at rest. M. W. M.