I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.

Ah, why then earthward move, Where pure and perfect bliss hath never been?

The idea of such a happy death, such a sweet transition, from the dreams of earth to the realities of heaven, is thus beautifully described by Dryden, in his poem entitled Eleonora: "She passed serenely, with a single breath; This moment perfect health, the next was death; One sigh did her eternal bliss assure; So little penance needs when souls are pure.

Down there in the square, the bayonets of the parading troops flash in the sunlightand that door over yonder leads to the apartments of a Princess whose possession would mean the highest bliss earth can afford.

But Launcelot, in their bliss forlorn, Fled from the laughter clear Of happy lovers, and love's silent noon; All night beneath the moon

Wordsworth several times depicts this "bliss ineffable" when "all his thought were steeped in feeling."

Once thou couldst every bliss inspire, Transporting joy and gay desire; Now cold Despair her banner rears, And Pleasure flies when she appears; Fond Hope within my bosom dies, And Agony her place supplies.

To forget all by your side is a bliss prouder than the highest wisdom!

And joys seraphic in its bliss recounts.

Nor yet does impotence or fear Their sense of earthly bliss restrain, Did they not heaven to earth prefer, They soon might wed the world again.

Oh, no; perhaps there was no world of bliss save in dreams.

Nought but love can answer love, And render bliss secure; But virtue nought can virtue prove To make that bliss secure.

When I pass thy door at night I a benediction breathe: "Ye who have the sleeping world In your care, "Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5 Where a lovely golden head With its dreams of mortal bliss Slumbers now!"

] Go, and forget in bliss Thy sorrow! ADMETUS.

But while this softer art their bliss supplies, It gives their follies also room to rise; For praise, too dearly loved or warmly sought, Enfeebles all internal strength of thought, And the weak soul, within itself unblessed, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast.

Let each vicissitude my soul prepare, By patience here, for endless glory there; Where sickness ceases, and where sorrows end, Where no misfortune can the bliss suspend; Where death is banished, for the curse is o'er, And love unrivall'd reigns for evermore.

Thro' life, thro' death 'twere all the same, and when to heaven our glance we raise, Full in the very heart of bliss thine eyes shall meet my ardent gaze.

CHORUS OF DISCIPLES He whom we mourned as dead, Living and glorious, From the dark grave hath fled, O'er death victorious; Almost creative bliss Waits on His growing powers; Ah!

The dingy surface of wall pierced by the ugliest windows, the staring shop-fronts, paper-hangings, carpets, brass and gilt mouldings, and advertising placards, have an effect akin to that of malaria; it is easy to understand that with such surroundings there is more belief in cruelty than in beneficence, and that the best earthly bliss attainable is the dulling of the external senses.

Let mirth abound; let social cheer Invest the dawning of the year; Let blithesome innocence appear, To crown our joy; Nor envy, wi' sarcastic sneer, Our bliss destroy.