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“O my soul, she beats her wings,

And pants to fly away

Up to immortal things

In the heavenly day:

Yet she flags and almost faints;

Can such be meant for me?—

Come and see, say the Saints.

Saith Jesus: Come and see.

Say the saints: His pleasures please us

Before God and the Lamb.

Come and taste My sweets, saith Jesus:

Be with Me where I am.”

The voice is that of Christina Rossetti, but it is the thought too of her who wrote “Cherry and Violet.”

Miss Manning, as we read her life in her books, walks through the world with an unbounded charity and a hope ever refreshed. “Preach peace to all,” said S. Francis of Assisi, “for often those whom you think to be the children of the devil are those whom you will know some day to be the sons of God.” Miss Manning loved to think of, and to look upon, whatsoever things are lovely and of good report, and so thinking and looking she found flowers everywhere to spring up beneath her feet.

“Tread softly! all the earth is holy ground.

It may be, could we look with seeing eyes,