POETRY.

PRAYERS.

I.—Terr NY EYES MAY BE MADE TO BEE.

Gon of bright colours ,—,rainbows, peacocks.

And the shot-silk gleam of springing Wind-shaken wheat On red-ribbed Earth : Thou who dolt bring to birth From out the womb Of darkness golden flowers, Filling the hollows With daffodils in March.

Cowslips in April.

Dog-roses in May; Who in the smouldering forest Makes the huge Red flare of Autumn God of all the colours On Earth, and hues (too bright for mortal eyes) In Paradise; — 11nblind me to Thy glory That I may see!

II,-THAT I MAY BE TAUGHT THE GESTURE OP HEAVEN.

God of the stedfast line,

Who laid the curving Cotswolds on the sky; God of the hills And of the lonely hollows in the hills.

And of the cloudy nipples of the mountains,

Teach me Thy passionate austerity!

God of elm twigs And of all winter trees Etched ebony on sunset or bright gloss Upon hard morning heavens;

Cunning shaper of ferns

And ferns which whitely gleam on frosty windows, And snow flakes; God of the naked body beautifully snatched To some swift-gestured loveliness of Heaven : Master Of stars, And all beneath most passionately curbed

In Form : catch up my sprawling soul and fix it

In gesture of its lost divinity!

F. W. HARVEY.