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TIME TO ME.
TIME to me this truth hath taught;
'Tis a truth that's worth revealing : More offend from want of thought,
Than from any want of feeling. If advice we would convey,
There's a time we should convey it ; If we've but a word to say,
There's a time in which to say it!
Oft, unknowingly, the tongue
Touches on a chord so aching, That a word or accent wrong
Pains the heart almost to breaking. Many a tear of wounded pride,
Many a fault of human blindness, Had been soothed or turned aside
By a quiet voice of kindness!
Many a beauteous flower decays,
Though we tend it e'er so much ; Something secret on it preys,
Which no human aid can touch. So, in many a lovely breast,
Lies some canker-grief concealed, That, if touched, is more oppressed !
Left unto itself, - is healed!
Time to me this truth hath taught ;
'Tis a truth that's worth revealing: More offend for want of thought
Than from any want of feeling !
O, Let us never lightly fling
A barb of woe to wound another ;
The cup of sorrow to a brother.
Who wounds that he may witness pain
Which ne'er inflicts a pang in vain.
'Tis godlike to awaken joy,
Or sorrow's influence to subdue ;
Is part of virtue's lesson too:
Shall send her down and brighten this,
And all his thoughts - a brother's bliss.
“I would not rail at beauty's charming power,
Of all the graces which adorn and dignify the female character, amiability is perhaps the most preëminent; the peculiar excellence of this virtue consists in the power of exciting universal love and esteem. It is exercised without effort, and enjoyed without alloy ; discretion and good nature are the material ingredients of this valuable quality.
It was this inestimable grace which induced the wise man to confer on the woman under its influence a value whose price is above rubies; and he invested her with this endearing attribute — that she opened her mouth with wisdom, and her tongue is the law of kindness. It is this grace that shows an irresistible charm over the natural beauties, and exhibits every moral and intellectual attainment in their most interesting point of view. While many other graces have a specific and limited operation, this is universal ; when once it is implanted as a principle in the heart, it never ceases to grow, but
is continually yielding the most delectable fruit; every incident, however minute, and every event, however disastrous and mournful, constitutes alike an element in which this grace flourishes in all the luxuriance of eternal health. In the sick chamber, the social circle, and the drawing room, it furnishes from its own ample resources all that is most soothing, attractive, and captivating ; ever prompt without officiousness, and deliberate without indifference. It invests its most trifling offices with an unspeakable value to those on whom they are conferred, and bestows the most costly presents with a liberality so pure and genuine, as to silence the most cap tious, and captivate the most scrupulous.
Of the conduct of others, an amiable female is always charitable. The omission of attentions disturbs her not: she is ever ready to suggest a thousand reasons for a supposed injury; and should it be realized, she is satisfied with one-she knows she does not deserve it! In the absence of evil she invariably argues good.
Of her own conduct she is scrupulously guarded and rigidly exact. She remembers the language of a modern writer, "that virtue in general is not to feel, but to do— not merely to conceive a purpose, but to carry that purpose into execution not merely to be overpowered by the impression of a sentiment, but to practise what she loves, and to imitate what it admires ;” and thus loving and beloved, she progresses through the various stages of
life, ornamenting all its interesting relations, and bestrewing the path of duty with flowers of sweetest fragrance : she closes her brilliant and beauteous course, by gathering her duties together as a neverfading bouquet of flowers, binds them with her ami. ability, and bequeathes them to posterity; then fullorbed, she sinks beneath the serene and expansive horizon.
“ Death steals but to renew with bloom
She died not, but hath flown.
An angel in their own?”