THE following beautiful lines purport to be a copy of a Latin hymn of the fifteenth century. O Jesus! thy sweet memory
Can fill the heart with ecstasy;
But passing all things sweet that be,
Thy presence, Lord, to me. What hopes, O Jesus thou canst render,
To those who other hopes surrender!
To those who seek thee, O how tender!
But what to those who find! With Mary, ere the morning break,
Him at the sepulcher I seek,—
Would hear him to my spirit speak,
And see him with my heart. Wherever I may chance to be,
Thee first, my heart desires to see;
How glad when I discover thee!
How blest when I retain! Beyond all treasure is thy grace!
O when wilt thou thy steps retrace,
And satisfy me with thy face,
And make me wholly glad? Then come, O come, thou perfect King,
Of boundless glory, boundless spring;
Arise, and fullest daylight bring,
Jesus, expected long!