same end, and editing a "Library of the Fathers." In 1847 he
produced another volume of poems, "Lyra Innocentium," which
associated doctrines of the Church with the lives of children, whom
he loved, though his own marriage was childless.

The power of Keble's verse lies in its truth. A faithful and pure
nature, strong in home affections, full of love and reverence for
all that is of heaven in our earthly lot, strives for the full
consecration of man's life with love and faith. There is no rare
gift of genius. Keble is not in subtlety of thought or of
expression another George Herbert, or another Henry Vaughan. But
his voice is not the less in unison with theirs, for every note is
true, and wins us by its purity. His also are melodies of the
everlasting chime.


"And be ye sure that Love can bless
E'en in this crowded loneliness,
Where ever moving myriads seem to say,
Go--thou art nought to us, nor we to thee--away!"

"There are in this loud stunning tide
Of human care and crime,
With whom the melodies abide
Of the everlasting chime;
Who carry music in their heart
Through dusky lane and wrangling mart,
Plying their daily task with busier feet,
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat."