LATUS SALVATORIS.

HERE is an everlasting home,
Where contrite souls may hide;
Where death and danger dare not

come

The Saviour's side.

It was a cleft of matchless love,
Opened when He had died,
When Mercy hailed in worlds above
That wounded side.

Hail! Rock of Ages, pierced for me,
The grave of all my pride;

Hope, peace, and heaven, are all in Thee,
Thy sheltering side.

There issued forth the double flood,

The sin-atoning tide,

In streams of water and of blood,
From that dear side.

There is the only Fount of Bliss,

In joy and sorrow tried;

No refuge for the heart like this,-
A Saviour's side.

Thither the Church, through all her days,
Points as a faithful guide,

And celebrates with ceaseless praise
That spear-pierced side.

THE CROSS AND THE HEART.

At Sorrento, Italy, is a curious poetical inscription engraved on a slab of marble in the outer wall of a church. It begins and ends alternately with the Italian words for Cross and Heart. The following is as near as possible to a literal translation.

ROSS, most adored! to thee I give my heart;

Heart I have not, except to love the

cross.

Cross, thou hast won my wayward, alien heart; Heart, thou hast owned the triumph of the

cross.

Cross! tree of life! to thee I nail my heart;

Heart cannot live that lives not on the cross. Cross, be thy blood the cleansing of my heart; Heart, be thy blood an offering to the cross. Cross, thou shalt have the homage of my heart;

Heart, thou shalt be the temple of the cross.

Cross, blest is he who yields to thee his heart;
Heart, rest secure who cleavest to the cross.
Cross, key of heaven, open every heart;
Heart, every heart, receive the holy cross.

THE BREAD THAT COMETH DOWN

FROM HEAVEN.

HE sun is sinking in the west;
And while its rays decline,

Gleams of the full-orbed Paschal moon

On the calm waters shine.

The Galilean waters hushed

In eventide are still;

Yet crowds of weary wanderers wait

Upon its lonely hill.

Pilgrims they are, for Sion bound,
Whose Paschal Feast is near;
But the true Passover Himself
Receives and feeds them here.

They sit upon the grassy turf,
Marshalled in groups and rows;

Christ holds the food, which in His hand,
And by His blessing grows.