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NEVER go gloomily, man with a mind!
Gives with a smile what you take with a tear;
Look to the light,
Morning is ever the daughter of night,
All that was black will be all that is bright,
Many a foe is a friend in disguise,
Many a sorrow a blessing most true,
With lore ever precious and joys ever new.
Strive like a man!
This is the bravest and cleverest plan,
THE elm tree of old felt lonely and cold
And, looking below, he saw in the snow
The ivy wandering nigh;
And he said, Come twine with those tendrils of thine
My scathed and frozen form,
For heart and hand together we'll stand,
And so when grief is withering the leaf,
And frosts do bite with their teeth so white
In disappointment's hour,
Tho' it might o'erwhelm either ivy or elm
If heart and hand together they stand,
I CANNOT move a mile upon this earth,
I could not, did I walk from end to end, But there I find a heart of wit and worth,
Some gracious spirit to be hailed a friend: O there are frequent angels unawares,
And many have I met upon my way,
Kind Christian souls, to make me rich with prayers,
And teach them to be happy in content:
IT were not well to vex thee with my praises,
Therefore my Mind its cordial greeting gives, — Its greeting? of a moment, sad to tell, For all my greeting is a true Farewell!
WISELY for us within night's sable veil
Down the mid-channel on a gentle swell; Now, as the hoarse, fierce mandate of the flood Stirs up the quiet stream, time-eaten rocks
Go hurrying down, with houses, herds, and flocks, And echoes from the mountain and the wood. He stands alone, glad, self-possessed, and free, Who grateful for to-day can say, I live; To-morrow let my Father take or give:
As He may will, not I—with dark or light
The past behind me; nor bring back again
To seek the undowried portion of the poor.
THE LAST TIME."
ANOTHER year? another year!
Who dare depend on other years?
And all its children faint for fears:
Mixt with praises, prayers, and tears
Spurr'd by pen, and stirr'd by sword,
Our own returning Lord!
Look around—the nations quail!
Crowd like locusts on the gale,
Woe to earth, and all her seed!
Texts of truth the times afford,
Our own redeeming Lord!
Lo, the marvels passing strange
Every teeming hour brings, Daily turns with sudden change
The kaleidoscope of things; But the Ruler, just and wise,
Orders all, as King of kings, Hark! His thunders shake the skies, Lo! His vials are outpour'd! Earth in bitter travail lies, And creation groans and cries For our expected Lord!
Stand in courage, stand in faith!
Is the friend of those who pray. And in this world's destined woe He will save his own alway From the trial's furnace glow,
Till the harvest all is stor'd, Rescu'd from each earthly foe, And the terrible ones below, By our avenging Lord!
Yea, come quickly! Savior, come
Home, the heaven of thy breast
That in just assurance blest, We may watch -nor feel afraid,