I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and

And That Dismal Cry Rose Slowly And Sank Slowly Through The Air, Full Of Spirit's Melancholy And Eternity's Despair; And They Heard The Words It Said,- "pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!"

In Your Patience Ye Are Strong.

Knowledge By Suffering Entereth, And Life Is Perfected By Death.

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.