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And I have seen thoughts in the valley, 'Twas here we met, and parted company.
Ah, me, how my spirit was stirred ! Why should their gain be such a grief to me? And they wear holy veils on their faces,
This scene of loss ! Their footsteps can scarcely be heard,
Thou heavy cross! They pass through the valley like angels, Dear Savior, take the burden off, I pray, Too pure for the touch of a word.
And show me Heaven is but-a little way. Do you ask me the place of the valley, These sombre robes, these saddened faces, all
Ye hearts that are harrowed by care? The bitterness and pain of death recall. It lieth afar between mountains,
Ah! let me turn my face where'er I may, And God and his angels are there,
I see the traces of a sure decay; And one is the dark mount of sorrow,
And parting takes the marrow out of life. And one the bright mountain of prayer. Secure in bliss, we hold the golden chain
ABRAM J. Ryan. Which death, with scarce a warning, snaps in (Father Ryan.)
And never more
Shall time restore
I know, I know
It is not so.
ABRAM J. RYAN.
ONLY A LITTLE WAY. .
To that dear home where my beloved are,
Plumed for their flight,
And vanished quite.
THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED.
In reverent silence bow-
Is passing now.
With lowly reverence bow;
Greater than thou.
Lo! Death doth keep his state;
No smiling courtiers tread;
Lifting with meagre hands
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Savior speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud—the night was dark; That short deep gasp, and then
The ocean yawned—and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze, O change-O wondrous change
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; Burst are the prison bars
When suddenly a star arose,
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease, O change-stupendous change!
And through the storm and danger's thrall There lies the soulless clod !
It led me to the port of peace. The sun eternal breaks
Now safely moored—my perils o’er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and for evermore,
HENRY KIRKE WHITE.
And withered in my hand.
Time's gentle admonition,
Yet sugaring the suspicion.
And after death for cures.
THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
And what I do in anything
To do it as for thee.
To run into an action,
And give it his perfection.
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
“ For he is hideous as the night;
And when has ever chose
A hueless, scentless rose ?"
Tbe Caliph then: “ No features fair
Nor comely mein are his ;
And love his glory is.
“ Once, when a camel of my train
There fell in narrow street, From broken basket rolled amain
Rich pearls before my feet.
“I, nodding to my slaves, that I
Would freely give them these, At once upon the spoil they fly,
The costly boon to seize.
“One only at my side remained ;
Beside this Ethiop, none;
Behind me sat alone.
6 • What will thy gain, good fellow, be,
Thus lingering at my side?' • My king, that I shall faithfully
Have guarded thee,' he cried.
“ True servant's title he may wear,
He only, who has not
His lord himself forgot."
So thou alone dost walk before
Thy God with perfect aim, From him desiring nothing more
Beside himself to claim.
For if thou not to him aspire,
But to his gifts alone,
Has brought thee to his throne.
While such thy prayer, it mounts above
In vain; the golden key
RICHARD CHEVENIX TRENCH.
MANS MEDLEY DARK, how the birds do sing, He wears & stuff whose thread is coarse and 19. And woods do ring!
And should take place
After the trimming, not the stuff and ground.
Not that he may not here
To this life, things of sense
Taste of the cheer;
But as birds drink, and straight lift up the In th' other, angels have a right by birth;
So must he sip and think
Of better drink
But as his joys are double,
So is his trouble;
He hath two winters, other things but one;
Both thoughts and frosts do nip
Could he but take them right, and in their And bite his lip;
ways. And he of all things fears two deaths alone.
Happy is he whose heart
Has found the art
To turn his double pains to double praise.
HABIT. on the vicious ways of the world it mercifully falleth out that we become not extempore
wicked, but it taketh some time and pains to undo ourselves. We fall not from virtue, like Vulcan, in a day. Bad dispositions require some time to grow into bad habits; bad habits must undermine good, and often repeated acts make us habitually evil.
SIR THOMAS BROWNE. BENEVOLENCE. "E who does good to one person from a benevolent principle, lays an obligation on the
whole species, for' he shows that he has the interest of mankind at heart, and he sets a good example. Our love of good men, therefore, partakes of the nature of gratitude; to be destitute of it is a proof of such depravity as even profligates would be ashamed of.
JAMES BEATTIE. Am rayop