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"How reads the riddle of our life, That mortals seek immortal joy, That pleasures here so quickly cloy, And hearts are e'en with yearnings rife? That love's bright morn no midday knows, And darkness comes ere even's close, And fondest hopes bear seeds of strife. "Let fools deride; Faith's God-girt breast Their puny shafts can turn aside, And mock with these their sin-born pride. Our souls were made for God the Best; 'Tis He alone can satisfy Their every want, can still each cry; In Him alone shall they find rest. " CORNELIUS O'BRIEN, _Archbishop of Halifax_.
The night was one of velvety softness, and the stars, as if suspecting his mission, blinked delicately and discreetly down upon him, while Vesper, who knew every step of the way, went speeding down the Bay with a wildly beating heart.