THE TOWN.


 The angels go singing
 Peace and abundance,
 And glory to God alone,
 O Mary!"

 And so on,. through that Story -which belongs
 to all the ages: of Birth and Death, and of
 that inevitable morning, which came to the
 dead Christ, even as it comes always, upon
 the heels of Death, with a meaning which Eter-
 nity can only blur, and toward which all Time
 has travelled. That solemn "day after he has
 died," when a man's life stands naked, with-
 out hope or illusion to make it beautiful; -
 the empty days have not come yet to stand,
 pitifully, between Truth and Love; even
 those fisher-folk in Galilee saw that morning!
 Perhaps the necessity of the world found
 its expression because of their misery that
 day.
 And it is because of that necessity that
 the young men, with flowers in their hands,
 went about through the streets and in the Plaza,
singing in the starlight of the glory of the
Resurrection!