MERCY. The quality of mercy is not strainedIt droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven, Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute of awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings, But mercy is above his sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute of God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. SHAKESPEARE. INFLUENCE OF ADVERSITY. Methinks if ye would know How visitations of calamity Affect the pious soul, tis shown ye there! Look yonder at that cloud, which thro' the sky The rolling moon! I watched it as it came, And deemed the thick opaque would blot her beams; THE INQUIRY. Tell me, ye winged winds, Do That round my pathway roar, SOUTHEY. Some lone and pleasant dell, Some valley in the west, The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, Tell me, thou mighty deep, Whose billows round me play, And friendship never dies? The wild waves, rolling in perpetual flow, And thou, serenest moon, Might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe, Tell me, my secret soul, Oh! tell me, Hope and Faith, Is there no resting-place From sorrow, sin, and death? Is there no happy spot Where mortals may be blest, Where grief may find a balm, And weariness a rest? Faith, Hope, and Love (best boons to mortals given) Waved their bright wings and whisper'd-Yes, in Heaven. A FRIEND. Wouldst have a friend, Wouldst know what friend is best? Have God thy friend, Who passeth all the rest. GEORGE HERBERT. THE DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. Calm on the bosom of thy God, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow bed beneath, They that have seen thy look in death. HEMANS. THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE. They sin who tell us love can die. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest. From the Curse of Kehama. THE UNRIVALLED BEAUTY AND GLORY Soft are the fruitful show'rs that bring Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, But softer in the mourner's ear Fair are the flow'rs that deck the ground; But far more fair the pious breast, All earthly charms, however dear, Of earthly glory-faint the blaze, The nobler beauties of the just Their honours time and death defy, Beam everlasting day. HENRY MOORE. THE HOME OF THE JUST IS NOT IN THE GRAVE. Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Descend to contemplate The form that once was dear; The spirit is not there That kindled that dead eye, It is but lifeless perishable flesh, Earth, Air, and Water, min'stering particles, Now to the elements resolve, Their uses done. Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow the friend beloved; The spirit is not there. Often together have we talk'd of Death; I |