IV.

Veniat Begnum tuum.

Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy

kingdom is a right sceptre.

Ps. xlv. 6.

THY KINGDOM COME!

Speed, angel wings, that

time!

Then known no more the guile of gain, the leer
Of lewdness, frowning power, or pallid fear,
The shriek of suffering, or the howl of crime!
All will be Thine,-all blest! Thy kingdom come!
Then in Thy arms the sinless earth will rest,
As smiles the infant on its mother's breast;

The dripping bayonet and the kindling drum

Unknown, for not a foe; the thong unknown,-
For not a slave; the cells o'er which Despair
Flaps his black wing, and fans the sigh-swoll'n

air,

Deserted! Night will pass, and hear no groan;
Glad Day look down, nor see nor guilt nor guile;
And all that Thou hast made reflect Thy smile!

V.

Fiat Voluntas tua, sicut in Coelo, ita etiam in

Terra.

Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.

Ps. cxliii. 10.

THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH, AS 'TIS IN HEAVEN! That will which chords the music-moving spheres With harmonies unheard by mortal ears;

And, losing which, our orb is jarr'd and riven.

Ours a crush'd harp! Its strings by tempests

shaken;

Swept by the hand of sin, its guilty tones

Startle the spheres with discords and with groans; By virtue, peace, hope,—all but Thee,-forsaken!

Oh, be its chords restrung! Thy will be done!
Mysterious law! Our griefs approve that will:
For, as shades haunt the night, grief follows ill;
And bliss tends virtue, as the day the sun.
Homage on earth, as 'tis on high, be given;
For when Thy will is done, then earth is heaven!

VI.

Lanem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie.

He that walketh righteously,... bread shall be given him.
ISA. xxxiii. 15, 16.

GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD!

Thou

art

Lord of the harvest. Thou hast taught the

song

Sung by the rill, the grassy vale along;

And 'tis Thy smile, when Summer's zephyrs start,

That makes the wavy wheat a sea of gold!

Give me to share Thy boon! No miser hoard I crave; no splendour; no Apician board : Freedom, and faith, and food,—and all is told: