They shall take all to buy them bread, take all I have

to give ;

I, if I perish, perish; they to-day shall eat and live; I, if I perish, perish; that's the goal, I half conceive:

Once to stand up face to face with heart-pulse loud and hot

It may be in this latter day I stand thus in my lot— And cry: "I love you, love you," to those who know me not;

Once to speak before the world, rend bare my heart and show

This lesson I have learned which is death, is life, to

know.

I, if I perish, perish. In the Name of God I go.

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI.

SACRIFICE.

2 Timothy i. xii.

;

ALL, all I've given, I've given my All to God;
Joy, Love, the bright career wherein I trod;
Bound them to regions more than Earth sublime,
Deferr'd them to an hour more fixed than Time:
"I am persuaded He can keep them All,"
And give me back each one from forth their Pall
Brighter than I resign them, mine at last,
When this sad Present shall be chang'd to Past.

I shall be happy then, with all the Power
Of all the Anguish of this bitter Hour;
I shall possess each Earth-abandoned Hope;
Grow free to roam wherever Will hath scope;
Ambition will content each high desire,

And Joy and Love burn with a Spirit's Fire.

V.

IN THE WINTER.

IN the winter flowers are springing,
In the winter woods are green,
Where our banished birds are singing,
Where our summer sun is seen.

Our cold midnights are coeval
With an evening and a morn
Where the forest gods hold revel
And the spring is newly born.

While the earth is full of fighting,
While men rise and curse their day,
While the foolish strong are smiting
And the foolish weak betray,
The true hearts behind are growing,
The brave spirits work alone,
Where love's summer wind is blowing

In a truth-irradiate zone.

While we cannot shape our living

To the beauty of our skies,

While man wants though earth is giving, Nature calls but man denies,

How the old worlds round Him gather
Where their Maker is their Sun!

How the children know the Father
Where the will of God is done!

Daily woven with our story,
Sounding far above our strife,

Is a time-enclosing glory,

Is a space-absorbing life.

We can dream no dream Elysian,
There is no good thing might be,

But some angel has the vision,
But some human soul shall see.

Is thy strait horizon dreary?

Is thy foolish fancy chill?

Change the feet that have grown weary For the wings that never will.

There are kingdoms for the spirit
Beyond worlds and ages far,
Thou hast all things to inherit

And a joy in every star.