Poetry: Sonnet: Christus Consolator

'Savior! Consoler! in thy presence bonding, Lo, what a train of mourners round Thee waitl "What enrncst prayers, froiu breaking bearts acending, Thy b'.essed help and comfort invócate! Great aa their sorrow, ia Thy mercy great! The youthlul nioiher, weeping ror lier child- The rnurdercr. haunted by remorse. too luie - The tnaniac. tortured by his f'ancies wild; - And ehief, the fettered ond forsaken slave Among (he crowd of sulïerers clnims a place; Stronger than all, tliut claim on Him who gave His Ii:'e a transom for ihe human race. When wc. as mourners, on Thy mercy cali, May we. like Thee. have loven nnd pitied all!