This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886. Excerpt: ... AGED ELEVEN. in heaven, When the angels led my own, Inward to the central throne, Past the seven Golden candlesticks that stand Radiantly on either hand, Did the saints who saw the shy Rapture of her wondering eye, And the new ecstatic shine, Making all her face divine, Lean together, whispering, "Surely, 't was a joyous thing For that mother, down below, From her bosom to let go Yonder child before the blur Of that marred earth blighted her "? Yet, I pore with shuddering grief O'er the words, cut sharp and brief, "Aged Eleven " AGED ELEVEN. 113 n. Up in heaven, Does the heart that 'mid the throes Of its crucifixion woes, Wrung and riven, Paused one awful moment there, To uplift from stark despair Her who bare Him, throb for me With such solace?" Mother, see Now thy child Could any bliss Earth might in reversion hold, Multiplied ten thousand fold, Reach the outmost bound of this?" Yea, I feel the throb; and bless, With a strange soul-quietness, Christ's sweet grace; and through soft tears, Calling up her few, bright years, I can read, nor yet repine, Though the mist will blur the line, --"Aged Eleven " To M. V. T. SAINT ANSELM'S ANSWER. AINT ANSELM, of the ancient day, With fasts and vigils worn away, Upon his couch of hemlock lay. - And thus the stars had seen him lie, With nothing, as the years went by, Betwixt his forehead and the sky. And as the seasons came and went, He toiled on Christly errands bent, Not thinking, in his grand content, Of selfish ease, if only so He might, in passing to and fro, Lessen the weight of human woe. This night (it may be that he dreamed), As on the ground he lay, there gleamed Such radiance round him that he deemed SAINT ANSELM'S ANSWER. 115 (How glad the thought ) it might be some Celestial spirit who had come To ...