Note 25 — THE PLEASURES OF FANCY.
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"But, standing in the lowest place, And mingled with the work-day crowd, A poor man looks, with lifted face, And hears the Angels cry aloud. "He seeks not how each instant flies, One moment is Eternity; His spirit with the Angels cries To Thee, to Thee, continually. "What if, Isaiah-like, he know His heart be weak, his lips unclean, His nature vile, his office low, His dwelling and his people mean? "To such the Angels spake of old— To such of yore, the glory came; These altar fires can ne'er grow cold: Then be it his, that cleansing flame."
These verses, part of a very lovely poem, "To Thee all Angels cry aloud," in the 'Monthly Packet' for September 1873, are only signed 'Veritas.' The volume for that year (the 16th) is well worth getting, for the sake of the admirable papers in it by Miss Sewell, on questions of the day; by Miss A.C. Owen, on Christian Art; and the unsigned Cameos from English History.