Seek thou the storms of life; fly not the trial That binds the conqueror's wreath upon thy brow; And faint not, though the tears of anguish flow, And though upon thy head the angry vial Of fate be pour'd: but with the conscious glow Of honorable thought and deed below, Look to that Power who watch'd thy self-denial. Sabbath Recreations. III. "HE that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. 'Tis an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor aught that dignifies humanity." Philip Van Artevelde. IV. Он, deem not they are blest alone The light of smiles shall fill again Are promises of happier years. For every dark and troubled night; And grief may bide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier, Nor let the good man's trust depart, For God has marked each sorrowing day, For all his children suffer here. Bryant. V. "There may be a cloud without a rainbow, but there cannot be a rainbow without a cloud." My soul were dark But for the golden light and rainbow hue Break on the view. Enough to feel That God indeed is good! enough to know William Croswell. VI. "Thy kingdom come.”— Matthew vi. 10. WITH flowers of promise fill the world, within Man's heart, laid waste and desolate by sin; Where thorns and thistles curse the infested ground, Let the rich fruits of righteousness abound; And trees of life, forever fresh and green, Flourish where trees of death alone have been; Let truth look down from heaven, hope soar above, Bow every knee at the Redeemer's name; O'er lands, with darkness, thraldom, guilt o'erspread, In light, joy, freedom, be the Spirit shed; Speak Thou the word; to Satan's power say, 66 'Cease," But to a world of pardoned sinners, "Peace." -Thus in thy grace, Lord God, thyself make known; Then shall all tongues confess thee God alone. Montgomery. VII. "Thy will be done !"-Matthew vi. 10. O THOU whose lips can well repeat Pause, ere their memory shall depart. 'Thy will be done!"- and dost thou find In the deep musings of thy mind No fear, no hope, no passion there, No rather, ere thy spirit date |