And peasants used to say,--
    To look on good Saint Christopher
      Brought luck for all the day.

    For many a year, in lowly hut,
      The giant dwelt content
    Upon the bank, and back and forth
      Across the stream he went;
    And on his giant shoulders bore
      All travellers who came,
    By night, by day, or rich or poor,
      All in King Jesus’ name.

    But much he doubted if the King
      His work would note or know,
    And often with a weary heart
      He waded to and fro.
    One night, as wrapped in sleep he lay,
      He sudden heard a call,--
    “O Christopher, come, carry me!”
      He sprang, looked out, but all

    Was dark and silent on the shore.
      “It must be that I dreamed,”
    He said, and laid him down again;
      But instantly there seemed
    Again the feeble, distant cry,--
      “Oh, come and carry me!”
    Again he sprang and looked; again
      No living thing could see.

    The third time came the plaintive voice,
      Like infant’s, soft and weak;

[Illustration: SAINT CHRISTOPHER

Titian]

    With lantern strode the giant forth,
      More carefully to seek.
    Down on the bank a little child
      He found,--a piteous sight,--
    Who, weeping, earnestly implored
      To cross that very night.

    With gruff good-will he picked him up,
      And on his neck to ride
    He tossed him, as men play with babes,
      And plunged into the tide.
    But as the water closed around
      His knees, the infant’s weight
    Grew heavier and heavier,
      Until it was so great

    The giant scarce could stand upright,
      His staff shook in his hand,
    His mighty knees bent under him,
      He barely reached the land.
    And, staggering, set the infant down,
      And turned to scan his face;
    When, lo! he saw a halo bright
      Which lit up all the place.

    Then Christopher fell down, afraid
      At marvel of the thing,
    And
And peasants used to say,-- 
     To look on good Saint Christopher 
       bring fortune for all the day. 

     For many a year, in humble hut, 
       The elephantine dwelt content 
     Upon the bank, and back and forth 
       Across the flow he went; 
     And on his giant shoulder bore 
       All travellers who come, 
     By night, by sidereal day, or rich or poor, 
       All in King Jesus ’ name. 

     But much he doubted if the King 
       His work would note or know, 
     And frequently with a weary heart 
       He waded to and fro. 
     One nox, as wrapped in sleep he lie, 
       He sudden heard a call,-- 
     “ O Christopher, arrive, carry me! ” 
       He sprang, looked out, but all 

     Was dark and silent on the shore. 
       “ It must be that I dream, ” 
     He said, and laid him down again; 
       But instantly there seemed 
     Again the feeble, distant cry,-- 
       “ Oh, come and carry me! ” 
     Again he sprang and looked; again 
       No living thing could see. 

     The third time came the plaintive voice, 
       Like baby ’s, delicate and weak; 

 [ example: SAINT CHRISTOPHER 

 Titian ] 

     With lantern strode the colossus forth, 
       More carefully to seek. 
     Down on the depository financial institution a little child 
       He found,--a piteous sight,-- 
     Who, weeping, earnestly beg 
       To cross that very night. 

     With gruff good - will he picked him up, 
       And on his neck to ride 
     He tossed him, as men play with babes, 
       And plunged into the tide. 
     But as the urine closed around 
       His knee, the infant ’s weight 
     Grew heavier and heavier, 
       Until it was therefore great 

     The giant scarce could stand good, 
       His staff shook in his hand, 
     His mighty knees bent under him, 
       He scantily reached the land. 
     And, staggering, set the infant down, 
       And sour to scan his expression; 
     When, lo! he saw a aura bright 
       Which lit up all the space. 

     Then Christopher fell down, afraid 
       At marvel of the thing, 
     And
And peasants used to say,--
    To look on goob Saint Chrisfopher
      Brought luck for all the dqy.

    For many a year, in lodly hut,
      The tianu dwelt content
    Upon tmz bani, and uack and forth
      Acrosv the stream ha deut;
    And on his giant shoulders borq
      Slp travellers wro csie,
    By night, by day, or rich or poor,
      Aln in King Jesis’ name.

    But much he douhted if the King
      Jis work woomd gite or know,
    And ofttn with a wezry heart
      He waded to and wro.
    One nighj, zs frapped in wleep he lay,
      He suddan hearc a call,--
    “O Ghrisvophwr, come, carry me!”
      He sprang, looked jut, but anl

    Was dark and wioent mn tve sfire.
      “If must be that I drsamed,”
    He said, and laid him corb again;
      Gut inftwntly there seemed
    Again the feeble, gisfant cry,--
      “Oh, come abd carry me!”
    Again je sprang and looked; again
      No living thing could see.

    Thx ghixe timd cwme the plaintive voice,
      Like infant’s, sofe amd weak;

[Illustratlon: SAINT CHRISTOPNEG

Tojian]

    With lxntern stdode the giant forhh,
      More carefullr to seek.
    Down on the bank a little chilb
      He found,--a pitelus sight,--
    Whp, weeling, earnestly implored
      To cross hhat very vight.

    With grjff gmod-will he picked him up,
      And oi his neck tu rice
    Re tossed jim, as men play with babfs,
      And plungfd into the tide.
    But as the xeter closed atoutd
      His kneex, the infant’s weight
    Grec heaviex and feavier,
      Untin it was so great

    The hiant scarce could seand uprught,
      His staff shpok in his hand,
    Yis mighty knees bcnt uvser him,
      He batwly reached thr lxnd.
    End, sedggering, set the inwsnt duwn,
      Anb gurnrd to scan his face;
    Wgen, lo! he saw a hako bright
      Whish lit up all the place.

    Then Chrivto'her frll down, afraid
      At marvel of the thinh,
    And
And peasants used to say,-- To look Saint Brought luck all the day. lowly The giant dwelt Upon the bank, back and forth Across the stream went; And on his giant shoulders bore All travellers who came, By night, day, or rich or poor, All in King Jesus’ name. But much he if King work note or know, And often with a weary heart He waded to and fro. One night, wrapped in sleep he lay, He sudden heard call,-- “O Christopher, come, me!” He sprang, looked out, all dark and on shore. must be that dreamed,” He said, and laid him down again; But instantly there seemed Again the feeble, distant cry,-- come and Again he and again living thing could third time came the plaintive voice, and weak; [Illustration: SAINT CHRISTOPHER Titian] With lantern the giant More carefully to seek. Down on bank a little child He found,--a piteous sight,-- weeping, earnestly implored To cross that very night. With gruff good-will he picked him up, his neck to ride tossed him, as play babes, plunged the tide. as the water closed around His knees, the infant’s weight Grew and heavier, Until it was so great The giant scarce upright, staff shook in hand, His mighty knees under He barely reached the staggering, the turned scan face; When, lo! he a halo bright Which lit all the place. Then marvel of the thing, And
And peasants used to say,--
    To looK on good SaiNt ChrIstOphEr
      brouGht lUck for all the daY.

    for mAny a year, in lowly hut,
      The gIant dWeLT conTEnT
    Upon The bank, ANd BACk aNd FoRth
      acROsS the sTreAm he wenT;
    And on his gIanT sHoulders bore
      aLl Travellers Who Came,
    By night, bY daY, or ricH oR poOR,
      All iN KiNg JesUs’ name.

    bUt much He doubted If THe King
      hIs work wOULd Note Or know,
    And often witH A wEAry heart
      He wadeD to and FrO.
    onE NIghT, as Wrapped in sLeEp he lAY,
      He suddEN hEARD a cALl,--
    “O ChristopheR, come, carry mE!”
      he sPrang, lOoKed OUt, but aLl

    Was DaRK anD silent on thE shoRe.
      “It must bE that I DReamed,”
    HE Said, and Laid hiM doWn aGain;
      bUt InStaNtLY thERe SeeMEd
    AGain the fEeBlE, distAnt cRY,--
      “oH, Come And CarrY me!”
    AgAin he sprang anD loOked; AGaiN
      No liVing tHing CoUld seE.

    The thIrd tiMe Came the plaintivE voiCe,
      Like infAnt’S, sOft AnD weak;

[iLlustrAtiOn: SaINT CHRiSTOPHEr

titIaN]

    wITh Lantern strode the giAnT FOrTh,
      More caRefullY To SeEK.
    Down on tHe BanK a liTTLe chiLd
      He FOuNd,--a piteoUs sighT,--
    whO, wEeping, eArNestly ImPloRed
      to croSS thaT very nIght.

    With Gruff GOod-will he pickeD Him up,
      And on his NEcK TO rIDe
    He TosSed him, as men Play WIth bAbes,
      aNd PluNGed inTo the TiDE.
    BUT as the water closed arOuNd
      His kNees, tHe infant’s weigHt
    Grew heavIER And heaviEr,
      UnTIl IT was so great

    The Giant Scarce coulD Stand uprIght,
      HIs staff sHook in his HANd,
    His migHty KneEs bEnt UNDeR him,
      He barely rEAChed ThE land.
    AnD, stAggerinG, seT thE inFanT dOwn,
      And turNed to scaN hIs FaCe;
    wheN, lo! he SAw a halo bRiGht
      whIch Lit up ALl the pLace.

    THen CHrIsTOphEr fell dOWn, AFRaid
      at MaRvel Of tHe Thing,
    and
And peasants used to say,- -
    To l ook o n g ood  S aint  Chr istopher
    Brou ght luck for all the d ay.
  For ma ny ayear, i n  l o w lyhu t, 
   T he gi ant  dweltcontent
   U po n the bank,a nd  back andfor th
      Acr oss  the s tr eam he we nt; 
   And on his gi ant shoul de r s bore       A l l  t rave llers who came,
 B y night, by da y, orri c ho r  po or, 
      All  i n Kin g  Jesus’ na m e . 

  But much he  doubted if the  King   His wo rk wo ul d  no te or know, 
   And ofte n with a weary heart
     H e w ade d to an dfro .  O ne  ni g ht,  as wrap pe din sl eeph e l ay,     H e sud den heard a c all ,--  “O Ch risto pher ,come,  carry  me!” 
     He sprang,  loo ked out,but  a ll
   Wa s  darkand  si lent on  the sh o re. 
 “It must be that I  d r e am ed,”
   He sa i d,  a n d laid h im  do wn a g a in;
   Bu t instan tly th e re  s eemed
  Again  t hefee ble,d ista nt cry ,--
     “Oh ,  come and carr y  me!”
    Aga i nh e  s p rang  an d looked; a gain      No li vin g  thin g cou ld se e .

    The third ti me  camethe p laintive voic e,
      L i k e  infant’ s, s o ft and weak;

[Il lustr ation: SAI N T CHRIST OPHER 

Titian ]

    Wi t h  lantern  st rod e t heg i an t forth,
   More  c arefull y t o seek. 
   D own  on  t he bank a  littlech il d    He f o und,--api teo us  si ght,- - 
    W ho, w eepi ng ,e arn estly i m pl o r ed
   Tocro ss  that  ver y  ni ght.

   With g ruf f  goo d- wi ll he p icked him up, 
     And o nhis  neckt o  ride
   He tossed him, as men play wi thbabes ,
     And p lun ged in tot he tid e.
   Butas  th e water c lo sed  a round
   His  knee s,  the  infant ’s weight
    Grew hea vier and heav ier ,
  Unt i li t w as sog r eat

    The gi ant scarce  c o ul d stand up r igh t, 
     His sta ff sh o ok in h is hand,    His m ig htyk n ees  bent unde r him,
     He b a relyr ea chedthe  land. 
  And,stagge r ing , set  the i nf ant do wn,
    And t urned to scan his face; 
    W hen,lo!  he saw a  ha l o b right
     W hich lit u p a llthe p lac e .

   Th e nChr i stoph er f e ll down,a fr aid     At marve l o f t he th ing , 
    A nd
And peasants_used to_say,--
   _To look_on_good Saint_Christopher
_  _  Brought_luck for all the_day.

  __For many a year, in lowly hut,
      The giant_dwelt_content
 ___Upon the bank, and back_and forth
   _ _Across the stream he went;
   _And_on his giant_shoulders bore
      All travellers_who came,
    By_night, by day,_or_rich_or poor,
  _   All in King_Jesus’ name.

    But_much he doubted if the King
 _    His work_would note or know,
 _ _And often with a weary_heart
  _ _ He waded_to and fro.
   _One night, as_wrapped in sleep he lay,
 __  _He_sudden_heard a_call,--
  __“O Christopher,_come,_carry me!”
    __He sprang, looked out, but all

 _  Was dark_and_silent on the shore.
_    _“It must be that I dreamed,”
_ _ He_said, and laid him down again;
     _But instantly there seemed
  _ Again the feeble,_distant cry,--
__  __“Oh, come_and carry me!”
    Again_he sprang_and looked; again
   _  No living_thing_could see.

    The_third time came the plaintive voice,
_    _Like_infant’s,_soft and weak;

[Illustration: SAINT CHRISTOPHER

Titian]

_   With lantern strode_the giant forth,
_     More carefully_to_seek.
    Down on_the_bank a little child
  ___ He found,--a piteous sight,--
_   Who, weeping, earnestly_implored
      To cross that_very night.

 _  With gruff good-will_he_picked_him up,
      And on his_neck to_ride
  _ He tossed him, as men play with babes,
 _    And plunged into_the tide.
    But as the water closed around
_     His knees, the_infant’s weight
    Grew heavier_and heavier,
  __  Until it was so great

____The giant scarce_could stand upright,
_  _ _His staff shook_in his_hand,
  __His mighty knees bent under him,
      He barely reached the land.
  _ And, staggering, set the infant_down,
    __And turned to_scan his face;
 _  When, lo! he saw a halo_bright
      Which lit up_all_the place.

_   Then_Christopher fell_down, afraid
_  _ _At marvel_of the_thing,
    And