Ecce Homo

ECCE HOMO. G o to the tomb in thought, and, musing there, 0 n bended knee breathe out a fervent pray'r. 0 n bended knee await a blessing sweet; D rawn by his love, we'll worship at his feet. F ew were the joys that waited on this way: R ound that pure life, so brief in earthly stay, 1 see the Love so lofty, so divine, D oing for aye the Father's will, "not mine." A h! who may gauge the bitterness of heart? Y on Garden, and yon Cross had each a part. Charles Clift. Nuevo Col, Ingles, Lisbon, Portugal.