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# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 3, To Master Martin and to Master Nicolas of Myliezyn

LETTER III.
TO MASTER MARTIN AND TO MASTER NICOLAS OF MYLIEZYN.
May peace be with you, that peace that is not given with the world, with the flesh, and the devil. The Lord has said:—“You shall have tribulations in the world; but if you persevere in well doing, who can do you harm?” I burn with an ardent zeal for the gospel; and my soul is sad, for I know not what to resolve on. I have meditated on these evangelic words of our Saviour (John, chap. x.):—“The good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. But he that is an hireling and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them and scattereth the sheep.”
I have also meditated on these words from St Matthew, (chap. x.):—“But when they persecute you in one city, flee ye into another.” Of these two precepts, so different to each other, which ought I to follow? I know not.
​I have meditated on the letter of St Augustin, to an illustrious bishop, who consulted him in a like case. Augustin thus terminates his answer:—“He who takes to flight, and does not deprive, in so doing, his church of the evangelical ministry, does what the Lord has commanded him; but he who, in his flight, takes away spiritual food from the flock of Jesus Christ, is an hireling, who, when he sees the wolf approaching, fleeth, because he careth not for his sheep. It is because thou hast consulted me, well-beloved brother, that I write thee these things, which appear to me to be according to both truth and charity; but I invite thee not to follow my counsel, if thou findest a better. What can be more advisable, in such an extremity, than to offer up prayers to God to have pity on us, after the example of some holy men, who have obtained by their prayer, not to abandon the Church of God, and who have persevered in their good resolutions, even in the very teeth of their enemies?” Such is the opinion of St Augustin.
Inform me, then, if you acquiesce in these words; for although the necessary aliment of God’s Word is not wanting to my flock, my conscience reproaches me with my absence, as a scandalous act.
I fear, on the other hand, that my presence during the term of my interdiction might be the means of tearing this food away from my flock, and of depriving them of the Holy Communion and other advantages, which ​concern Salvation. Therefore, let us pray humbly to Almighty God, that he may deign to reveal to us what I ought to do in the present circumstance, in order that I may dwell in the right way. The advice that the blessed St Augustin expresses in his letter, is wise: he establishes in fact, that in circumstances where we may be anxious for ourselves alone, flight is permitted, and he cites on the point the example of St Athanasius; but should the whole flock be exposed, we must resign ourselves to our lot, in order to do what may prove most useful to the Church.
# Letters of John Huss Written During His Exile and Imprisonment/Letter 34, To the Noble Lord, Henry de Schopeck

LETTER XXXIV.
TO THE NOBLE LORD, HENRY DE SCHOPECK.
May God be with you, noble Henry! I received your letter on the Wednesday before the fete of Saint Vitus, and it caused a great joy, although in prison, and in the expectation of death. I conjure you, my dear lord, to live according to God’s law, keeping in your soul those things which you have heard and learned of me. If, nevertheless, some of them appear to you unworthy of being preserved, reject them. I hope, however, I have taught you nothing concerning our Lord which was against the law of God. I could write at great length on this subject; but I will say in few words, “Keep the commandments of God, be merciful unto the poor, shun pride; bear in mind these words, ‘Remember what thou art, what thou wert, and what thou shalt be. . . .’” Beloved lord, keep me also in remembrance; salute for me your noble wife, your family, and all my friends; for I presume, that before my death, which is hastening on, you will never see me more; and this death I am ready for.
Written on the fifth day before the festival of Saint Vitus.
May God be with you, my dear Bohemians, and with me! for I am suffering for his Word.
# Journal of Discourses/Volume 3

(Online document scan of Journal of Discourses, Volume 3)
Journal of Discourses Volume 3
BY BRIGHAM YOUNG
President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
HIS TWO COUNSELLORS, THE TWELVE APOSTLES, AND OTHERS.
REPORTED BY G. D. WATT,
AND HUMBLY DEDICATED TO THE LATTER-DAY SAINTS IN ALL THE WORLD.
VOL. III
LIVERPOOL:
EDITED AND PUBLISHED BY ORSON PRATT, 42, ISLINGTON.
LONDON:
LATTER-DAY SAINTS' BOOK DEPOT, 35, JEWIN STREET, CITY.
1856.
Preface
WE are privileged to present to the Saints and the world, the Third Volume of the containing the principles of the Gospel of salvation delivered to this generation through the Apostles and Prophets of the Most High, by the power of the Holy Ghost,
These Discourses as they successively reach us from Zion, show to those who have the spirit of discernment that the Lord's power is increasing among His people, and that He is purifying and bringing them nearer to Him by chastisements, while at the same time He is blessing them with a continual development of the pure principles of eternal life, in proportion as they yield obedience to His requirements.
The light of truth, as it emanates from the abode of the Eternal Father through His Priesthood on the earth, is exposing the corruptions of hypocrites, and apostate spirits among the gathered Saints, and making the spiritual darkness of the surrounding nations more visible. It is also heaping condemnation upon those who still choose darkness rather than light.
Each successive Volume of these Discourses is a rich mine of wealth, containing gems of great value, and the diligent seeker will find ample reward for his labor. After the fathers and mothers of this generation have made them the study of their lives, their children's children will find that they are still unexhausted, and rejoice that this Record has been handed down from their fathers to also aid them in following the way of life.
No one can remain a Saint long, unless he progresses by seeking after the higher knowledge, spirit, and power of those who are set to lead him. A little observation and experience will also satisfy him that he can never fully understand their sayings until he has advanced as far as they have, and sees and comprehends as they do, hence he will ever find their instructions the great fountain from which he must draw the elements of his own progress.
THE PUBLISHER.
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/Prose on the Conception of Our Ladye

PROSE ON THE CONCEPTION OF OUR LADYE,
PROBABLY BY ADAM DE S. VICTOR.
Festal honours crown the morning,
The Conception for adorning
Of the blesséd Queen of Heaven.
Virgin Mother she's created,
And conceived and generated,
Vein of grace to man forgiven.
​Adam's exile long and dreary,
Joachim's reproach all weary,
Find the remedy desired.
This the prophets had detected,
This the patriarchs expected,
By cœlestial grace inspired.
Rod to holy budding fated,
Star the sun that generated,
She is on this day conceived;
But the bud the rod has rendered,
And the sun of star ingendered,
Are of Christ to be believed.
O! how glorious, how propitious,
Sweet to us, to God how pretious,
Is this bless'd conception held:—
Human misery is ended,
Mercy is to man extended,
Sorrow is by joy expelled.
Mother with new offspring teeming,
Star with nascent sun fresh beaming,
Bright she moves in grace's fire;
Child, her father's generator,—
Creature, mother of Creator,—
Daughter, parent of her sire.
​Wonder new that thought confoundeth, Honour new that all astoundeth That her offspring's birth redoundeth To the Mother's purity. Virgin, be thy joys assuméd Rod with holy buds that blooméd, Mother by thy son illuméd, Full of joy and verity.
That in antient types digested, Which in cloudy darkness rested, Marye's birth hath manifested Who, all nature's laws arrested Bare in pureness uncontested (Act in awful wonder vested) Through her God's bedewing grace.
Woe full sore in Eva caught us, This of Eva Ave wrought us, With a change all blameless sought us, And to dwell amongst us brought us, That sweet Word and good, that bought us, Virgin Mother shed athwart us Thy sweet grace's cheering rays.
Let each man, supineness chacing, Lips and tongue with praises gracing, ​Marye blessing, Marye praising, As each day and hour is pacing, Voice elating, mind abasing, Prayer and supplication raising, Seek her aid and ask her grace.
Thou, the hope of the distresséd, Orphans' mother ever blesséd, Comfort to the sore oppresséd, Medicine for all sickness dresséd, All in all to every sort; We in unison adore thee, Who hast every glory o'er thee, Wandering o'er the waves before thee, By thy mercy we implore thee Guide us to salvation port.
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/Thomas Aquinas his Hymn on Corpus Christi

S. THOMAS AQUINAS HIS HYMN ON CORPUS CHRISTI.
Zion, thy Redeemer praising.
Songs of joy to Him upraising,
Laud, thy pastor and thy guide:
Swell thy notes most high and daring;
For His praise is past declaring,
And thy loftiest powers beside.
'Tis a theme with praise that gloweth,
For the bread that life bestoweth
Goes this day before us out; ​Which, His holy supper taking,
To the brethren twelve His breaking
None hath ever called in doubt.
Full then be our praise and sounding,
Modest and with joy abounding
Be our mind's triumphant state,
For the festal's prosecution,
When the first blessed institution
Of this feast we celebrate.
In the new King's new libation,
In the new law's new oblation
Ends the antient Paschal rite;
Antient forms new substance chaceth,
Typic shadows truth displaceth,
Day dispels the gloom of night.
What He did at supper seated,
Christ injoyned to be repeated,
When His love we celebrate.
Thus, obeying His dictation,
Bread and wine of our salvation
We the victim consecrate.
'Tis for Christian faith asserted,
Bread is into flesh converted,
Into blood the holy wine. ​Sight and intellect transcending,
Nature's laws to marvel bending,
'Tis confirmed by faith divine.
Under either kind remaining,
Form, not substance, still retaining,
Wondrous things our spirit sees.
Flesh and blood thy palate staining,
Yet still Christ intire remaining,
Under either species.
All untorn for eating given,
Undivided, and unriven,
Whole He's taken and unrent;
Be there one or crowds surrounding,
He is equally abounding,
Nor, tho' eaten, ever spent.
Both to good and bad 'tis broken.
But on each a difieient token
Or of life or death attends.
Life to good, to bad damnation:
Lo! of one same manducation
How dissimilar the ends.
When the Priest the victim breaketh,
See thy faith in nowise shaketh,
Know that every fragment taketh
All that 'neath the whole there lies. ​This in him no fracture maketh,
'Tis the figure only breaketh,
Form, or state, no change there taketh Place in what it signifies.
Bread, that angels eat in heaven,
Now becomes the pilgrim's leaven,
Bread in truth to children given,
That must ne'er to dogs be thrown. He, in ancient types disguised,
Was with Isaac sacrificed,
For the feast a lamb devised,
Manna to the fathers shown.
Bread, whose shepherd-care doth tend us,
Jesu Christ, thy mercy send us,
Do thou feed us, thou defend us,
Lead us where true joys attend us,
In the land where life is given:
Thou all ken and might possessing,
Mercies aye to us largessing,
Make us share thy cup of blessing,
Heritage and love's caressing
With the denizens of heaven.
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/O Maria. Hymn of Loretto

O MARIA. HYMN OF LORETTO.
Here thy sacred house thou broughtest,
Holy Mother, when thou soughtest
To dispense thy heavenly grace.
Nazareth thy birth illuméd,
But Tersanctum thee assuméd
Seeking for a resting place.
Here thy house no more resideth,
But thy presence still abideth,
Queen of heavenly mercy fair.
O! may grateful love possess us,
That thou still dost deign to bless us
With thy fond maternal care.
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/Hymn to Christ

HYMN TO CHRIST.
Laud we Jesus, who did ease us
From foes on the accurséd tree,
Joyous raising voice of praising,
Exult the Heavens with praises free.
May Thy dying sorrows trying,
And spilling of Thy pretious blood,
Our desiring to inquiring
For Thee our sole Redemption goad.
By His blesséd wounds impresséd,
The spittle, scourges, agony,
Be conceded, e'en as needed,
Christ's endless gifts of charity.
Swell our grieving, on perceiving
The blood that pours from out Thy scars,
Wherein mergéd, be we purgéd,
O! mild Creatour of the stars.
Saviour pretious, O! refresh us
With those good gifts Thy passion bought,
In whose power Thou wouldst shower
Blessed joys with heavenly glories fraught.
PART II.
Who untyedst, when Thou dyedst,
The hands of sin and Satan's thrall,
Gently tend us, quiet send us,
O! Jesus virgins' coronal.
Scourges tearing cruel bearing,
Thou drank'st Thy bitter cup of gall,
For transgression our commission,
Thou everlasting king of all.
While we ponder, full of wonder.
The torments of Thy death our theme,
Virtue send us, safety lend us,
O! Christ, who all men didst redeem.
Down the Cross's altar courses
Thy blood in agonizing streams,
Christ divinest, king benignest,
Bright partner of Thy Father's beams.
Christ's blood purest, that procurest
Our fiendish persecutor's fall,
O! concede us thirst, and lead us
Unto the Lamb's high festival.
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/Hymn to the Holy Ghost

Lyra Ecclesiastica.
HYMN TO THE HOLY GHOST.
Come, O! Holy Spirit down,
Send from Heaven Thy sacred throne,
Thy irradiation bright;
Come, the needy's Sire benign,
Come, who givest grace divine,
Come, the heart's celestial light.
Sweet consoler of the breast,
Contrite spirit's gentle guest,
Soft refreshment of the heart,
In our labour solace sweet,
Coolness midst oppressive heat,
Comfort under sorrow's smart.
Light of blessing all divine,
E'en the spirit's inmost shrine
Of thy faithful people fill:
If Thy Godhead absent be,
Man is nought but vanity,
Nothing is devoid of ill.
​Cleanse our souls from evil's stains,
Water all that dry remains,
What is wounded heal and save.
Bend the rigid to Thy will,
Cherish what is cold and chill,
Right what errour doth deprave.
To Thy faithful, who confide
In Thy mercy for their guide,
Grant Thy sevenfold gifts of grace;
Virtue's palm to them extend.
Grant to them a happy end,
Grant perennial delight.
# Lyrical Ballads

Collection of poems, mostly by Wordsworth, some by Coleridge. It was first published in 1798; an expanded second edition appeared in 1800.
* Lyrical Ballads, first edition (1798).
* Lyrical Ballads, second edition (1800).
# Lyra Ecclesiastica/Second Series/Cardinal Petrus Damianus his Hymn on the Glory of Paradise

CARDINAL PETRUS DAMIANUS HIS HYMN ON THE GLORY OF PARADISE.
At the fount of life eternal
Faints the parchéd soul with thirst,
For the imprisoned spirit restless
Seeks the flesh's gates to burst,
Struggling, yearning, for the countrey
Whence it has been banished erst.
While it wails it's sad condition.
Pressed by grief, by sorrow crossed,
Sad it looks upon the glory
It's delinquency has cost;
Present misery increases
Memory of the blessings lost.
For of everlasting quiet
Who the joyousness can tell?
Where in edifices splendid
All of living pearl they dwell,
While with burnished gold the buildings
And the couches gleam as well.
Gems alone of countless value
Are the town's foundation seat.
Polished gold like beaming crystal
Forms the paving of the street; ​Mud there smears not, dirt appears not,
No diseases do we meet.
Winter braming, summer flaming,
There relax their blustering,
And sweet roses ever blooming
Make an everlasting spring,
Lily blanching, crocus blushing,
And the balsam perfuming.
Pasture growing, meadows blowing,
Honey streams in rivers fair,
While with aromatic perfume
Grateful glows the balmy air;
Luscious fruits that never wither
Hang in every thicket there.
There nor waxing moon, nor waning,
Sun, nor stars in courses bright;
For the Lamb to that glad city
Shines an everlasting light.
There the daylight beams for ever,
All unknown are time and night.
For the Saints, in beauty beaming,
Shine in light and glory pure,
Crowned in triumph's flushing honours,
Joy in unison secure, ​And in safety tell their battles
And their foes' discomfiture.
Freed from every stain of evil,
All their carnal wars are done,
For the flesh to spirit turnéd
And the soul agree in one,
Peace unbroken spreads injoyment,
Sin and scandal are unknown.
Stript of changefulness, united
To primæval being's spring,
And the present form and essence
Of the Truth contemplating,
Lo! they quaff the vital sweetness
Of the well of quickening.
Thence departing, aye in sameness
They their lofty state ingage,
Beauteous, keen, and gay, and noble,
Unexposed to chance's rage;
Health is theirs untouched by sickness,
Endless youth unmarred by age.
Here they live in endless being,
Passingness has passed away,
Here they bloom, they thrive, they flourish,
Still the sacred food require.
Lovely voices make a concert
Ever new and ever clear,
And in never-ending festal
Organs sooth the ravished ear;
Worthily their king they honour
Who obtained them victory's cheer.
Who shall see Heaven's Monarch present,
O! how blessed that happy soul,
And, beneath its throne of glory,
Watch the orbs of nature roll,
Sun, and Moon, and Stars, and Planets,
As they course around the pole.
Christ, Thy soldiers' palm of honour.
Unto this Thy city free
Lead me, when my warfare's girdle
I shall cast away from me,
A partaker in Thy bounty
With Thy blessed ones to be.
Grant me vigour, while I labour,
In the ceaseless battle pressed,
That Thou mayst, the conflict over,
Grant me everlasting rest,
And I may at length inherit
Thee my portion ever blessed.
# Lyra Heroica/Destiny

XLVIII
DESTINY
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Earth's Blossoms

EARTH'S BLOSSOMS
Earth has her blossoms, and the sea his shells Wrought with as fine a workmanship, and fair As they had been some god's peculiar care; And in the heart of each a spirit dwells Whose voice, in flowers,—for they to earth belong— Is but a perfume, evanescent, sweet, While in the sea-born shell, as seemeth meet, It is an echo faint of an unending song!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Conflict and Rest

This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
CONFLICT AND REST
Through the long voyage we may welcome day, Glad when the night is gone, So many threat'ning perils of the way Vanish before the dawn;
And yet a deeper darkness we may crave When strife indeed is past, And we from stress of tempest and of wave Are nearing port at last.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Cruel Love—Anacreontic

CRUEL LOVE—ANACREONTIC
I looked from out my window once And saw Love standing there; No cloak had he to cover him, His dimpled feet were bare, And fast and chill the snowflakes fell On his ambrosial hair.
He lifted up to mine a face Filled with celestial light; Fond, fond with pity grew my heart To see his hapless plight, And down I sped to offer him Warm shelter for the night:—
"Come in, come in, thou tender child, A wanderer from thine own! Hath all the world abandoned thee, That thou art thus alone? Come in, come in! that I straightway For others may atone!"
I took his icy hand in mine,— Why swifter throbbed each vein? ​Was it the impulse of my blood To ease his frozen pain?— Yet still his lips refused to smile, Still fell his tears like rain.
Bashful he seemed, as half inclined To shiver there apart: I led him closer to the fire, I drew him to my heart: Ah, cruel Love! my trustful breast He wounded with a dart!
Ah, cruel Love! He smiled at last— A wondrous smile to see! And passing from my sheltering door, With step alert and free, He took my warmth, my joy with him,— His tears he left to me!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Däi Nippon

DÄI NIPPON
Apart from all, "Child of the World's old age," Heedful of naught beyond the billowy wall That closely girt her island hermitage, She pondered still, with half-averted look, The early lessons of the great World-book, Nor cared to turn the page,
For a strange dread Possessed her. To invoke Aid of her gods she tried,—scarce comforted That countless barrier-waves about her broke; But when, with bold command, in Yeddo bay A squadron anchored,—oh, prodigious day!— The Orient awoke!
Though one long blind, At first in fruitless quest Must grope her course, yet, with enlarging mind, She quickly clearer saw; and from her breast Sent forth brave sons—of her new hunger taught— Who, one by one returning, to her brought The wisdom of the West.
​Then earth beheld, With awe and wonderment, Goliath by this stripling nation felled, Which—rising by no tedious ascent— Swift as the upward flight of wind-swept flame, Leapt from obscurity to dazzling fame,— Star of the Orient!
And yet she won Sublimer victories, Who, high enlightened all excess to shun, Did not exact remorseless penalties, Nor force a brave and fallen foe to drain Humiliation's brimming cup of pain Down to the poisoned lees.
In lieu of things Ephemeral—less worth, She full-revealed the sweep of her strong wings, And gained the suffrage of the grateful earth; Choosing, as war should from her realms depart, To give herself to the enduring Art That was her own at birth.
Ah, great Japan,— Who, staying griefs appalling. ​Approved thyself magnanimous to man,— The World, that long had felt thy charm enthralling, Has laid full many laurels on thy brow; But with a new, diviner accent now She hears the East a-calling!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Courage

COURAGE
'T is the front toward life that matters most— The tone, the point of view, The constancy that in defeat Remains untouched and true;
For death in patriot fight may be Less gallant than a smile, And high endeavor, to the gods, Seems in itself worth while!
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Dearth

DEARTH
As one who faring o'er a desert plain Sees fountains clear in the mirage arise, And, parchèd, longs the nectar sweet to gain Which still before him flies— So, wistfully, half doubting, half-believing, Scornful of hope—yet hopeful, self-deceiving, I thirst for love, which wastes before my eyes.
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Echo Consolatrix

ECHO CONSOLATRIX
I said, "She is gone from the grieving earth— The Maiden,—Spring; in the realms of Dis She reigns o'er a world of tears and dearth, With a homesick heart that yearns for this: Frozen the meadows, the fields lie bare, And afar, 'mid the fragrant dusk of her hair, The violets dream of the light, in vain. She is gone!—ah, will she return again?" A voice breathed low, "Again."
I said, "In this joyless heart of me Is a winter chill and comfortless: I tire of the wail of the wind-swept sea, My soul is afraid of its loneliness. Is there a land, as poets tell, Where beauty and love—as the asphodel Unchanging—inhale an immortal air? And my little lad?—shall I find him there?" The voice made answer: "There!"
# Lyrics of Life (1909)/Earth's Mystery

LYRICS OF LIFE
EARTH'S MYSTERY
I looked on Sorrow, tragical and dread; Beheld the anguish in her sunken eyes, Which yearned no longer upward to the skies,— As dumbly pleading to be comforted,— But bent their blinded vision on the dead: The dead removed—how far!—from human sighs, Lying majestic, as a conqueror lies, Indifferent to tears, so costly shed.
But as I pondered, seeking, soul-oppressed, To read the riddle of a world like this— Where Nature still seems waiting to destroy, I saw immortal Love descend and kiss, With timid wonder, reverent and blest, The quivering eyelids and the lips of Joy!