[Written for the Sentinel]

"Res Pulchrissimae"

WHAT are the very fairest things that be? Asks a wise poet of the olden days. Not gem, or sky, or temple high, or sea, Or pearl, or rose, nor garden in which grows A pear tree blossoming where sweet water flows: The very fairest are God's laws, His ways.

But how shall my poor thoughts to God's be raised,— Ah me, to very heaven? How shall I see The laws that gentle poet rightly praised: Their radiancies, their sweet felicities, Their constancies surpassing all of these,— Flower, gem, sky, garden, temple, wave, or tree?

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