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Wouldst thou do harm,and yet unharmed thyself abide? None ever struck another, save through his own side.
God's dealings still are love,— his chastenings are alone Love now compelled to take an altered, louder tone.
From our ill-ordered hearts we oft are fain to roam, As men go forth who find unquietness at home.
Why furnish with such care thy lodging of a night, And leave the while thy home in such a naked plight?
When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing sent, What time will then remain for murmurs or lament?
Envy detects the spots in the clear orb of light, And Love the little stars in the gloomiest, saddest night.
Thou canst not choose but serve, — man's lot is ser-
Before the eyes of men let duly shine thy light,
Wouldst thou go forth to bless, be sure of thine own ground,
Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face, Nor seen nor loathed until held from us a small space.
If humble, next of thy humility beware, And lest thou shouldst grow proud of such a grace have care.
How feirful is his case whom now God does not chide
When sinning worst, to whom even chastening is denied!
God often would enrich, but finds not where to place His treasure, nor in hand nor heart a vacant space.
O, leave to God at sight of sin incensed to be!
Set not thy heart on things given only with intent
Ill fares the child of heaven, who will not entertain On earth the stranger's grief, the exile's sense of
Mark how there still has run, enwoven from above, Through thy life's darkest woof, the golden thread of love.
Things earthly we must know ere love them:'t is alone Things heavenly that must be first loved and after known.
The sinews of Love's arm use makes more firm and
strong, Whijh, being left unused, will disappear ere long.
Woi Idst thou abolish quite strongholds of self and
sin? Fear can but make the breach for Love to enter in.
When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown.
Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain-top,
He knew, who healed our wounds, we quickly should be fain
When will the din of earth grate harshly on our ears? When we have once heard plain the music of the spheres.
Why win we not at once what we in prayer require? That we may learn great things as greatly to desire.
The tasks, the joys of earth, the same in heaven will
be; Only the little brook has widened to a sea.
Who hunt this world's delight too late their hunting rue, When it a lion proves, the hunter to pursue.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. — Wordsworth.
These was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
3fl6 INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY.
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And I again am strong:The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep,
Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd boy!
Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
My heart is at your festival,
My head hath its coronal,
0 evil day! if I were sullen,
This sweet May-morning,
On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide,
1 hear, I hear, with joy I hear ! —
A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Upon the growing boy;
He sees it in his joy;
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,