LONELY BROTHER Art thou lonely, O my brother? Share thy little with another! And thy loneliness is ended. Shall less lonely be. And of thy one loneliness Shall come two's great happiness. COMFORT YE! "Comfort ye, my people!” "And be ye comforted! Roughly my plough did plough you, For-you were falling, falling, Falling from your high calling; And this, My test of you, Has been for your souls' redemption From the little things of earth, What seemed to you death's agony Was but a greater birth. COMFORT YE! (continued) And now you shall have gladness S. ELIZABETH'S LEPER "My lord, there came unto the gate One, in such pitiful estate, So all forlorn and desolate, Ill-fed, ill-clad, of ills compact; "A leper!-in our bed!-Nay then, |