31 OCTOBER 1885, Page 17

CARITAS.

HEAVEN'S pure-souled painter, Fra Angelico,—

His calm brush, angel-guided, noon and night Startling the cloister silence with fresh light From some Saint's face,—unconscious lent the glow Of beatific peace to souls below, Until (so flamed God's Vision on his sight !) Gleams of his own ineffable delight Played round each outcast in the realm of woe.

No less, to-day, rare souls there are who live In touch with all things just, and pure, and true,— Sweet Love, their gracious and abiding guest,— Who from their own white heights grudge not to give The sinner and the publican their due, Nor care to judge mankind but at its best.

W. H. SATILE.