secrecy and loneliness, tarrying aransgressions in tticed ear of a priest.   in coarse railing at ures offended ed peasant, boy in Moycullen. to o one o  of ternal imagination, transmuting to t body of everliving life.

    t image of t united again in an instant ter and despairing ts, thanksgiving.

    Our broken cries and mournful lays

    Rise in one eucic hymn

    Are you not  ways?

    hile sacrificing hands upraise

    to the brim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    lines till turning it to quiet indulgence; to feel tter by seeing ter.

    t o be   all around  to ao and staring at t overblo floattered o  flo ways.

    A gradual  it descend and, seeing himself as he lay, smiled. Soon he would sleep.

    ten verses for er ten years. ten years before s o t air, tapping  upon t  tram; t and so t in admonition. tor talked en in t of tood on teps of tram, o ep many times bet doing to go do do be! Let be!

    ten years from t  breakfast amid tapping of egg-sry to  trong , ed in  arms lengt smiling and approve of terary form.

    No, no; t .

    o feel t  to pity ood till o t too  understood range ion of ure  come upon  o live as  sinned, and a tender compassion filled  as he dark shame of womanhood.

    asy to languor  be, in terious ual life, t  ts  might be.

    A gloress of o o , ers circumfluent in space tters of speec of mystery, floh over his brain.

    Are you not  ways,

    Lure of the fallen seraphim?

    tell