THE BOOK SOCIETY,

28, PATERNOSTER ROW, AND BAZAAR, SOHO SQUARE

MDCCCLXXIII.

We scatter seeds with careless hand,

And dream we ne'er shall see them more;

But for a thousand years

Their fruit appears,

In weeds that mar the land,

Or healthful store.

The deeds we do, the words we say,

Into still air they seem to fleet.

We count them ever past;

But they shall last

In the dread judgment they
And we shall meet!

Keble.

Butler & Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and London.