...spirit seek, O God, but Thee. ANON. Found in a cftest, in an English cottag* EVENING DEVOTION. T^ RE on my bed my limbs I lay, •*-"* It hath not been...silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense of supplication,...

...impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Wo»DSWORTH. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In humble trust my eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed Only a sense...

...of it. It is entitled "The Pains of Sleep." " Kre on my bed my limbs I lar, It liath not been my me Accordingly, Malebranche, in his "Inquiry after Truth," tells us "that ¡ove compose, In liumble trust mine eyelids close, With reverential resignation, / No wish conceived,...

...dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. RE on my l>ed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With...reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest,...

...with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. RE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees j But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids cloae,...

...eyelids, sleep; And thy moon the skies ascend, And the still earth vigil keep. TR. fyj. V. ULAKx. ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended kneesBut silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close...

...Even our best at home are seldom audible. They are of the kind which thus the poet sings : — "Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With folded hands or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose; In humble...

...Even our best at home are seldom audible. They are of the kind which thus the poet sings : — " Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With folded hands or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose; In humble...

...which is prayerful but not begging, not suit-preferring nor petition-making, a poet speaks— Ere oil my bed my limbs I lay. It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended kneefa; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close,...

...essence of religious communion. And such prayer may be best described in the words of Coleridge : " Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are.'1 It...