100 A Day in the Pamjili Doria.

With the smoke of the evening incense, Our.thought3 are ascending then

To Mary, the mother of Jesus, To Jesus, the Master of men.

O city of prophets and martyrs, O shrines of the sainted dead,

When, when shall the living day-spring Once more on your towers be spread ?

When He who is meek and lowly Shall rule in those lordly halls,

And shall stand and feed as a shepherd The flock which his mercy calls, —

O, then to those noble churches. To picture and statue and gem.

To the pageant of solemn worship. Shall the meaning come back again.