If you have but a word, a smile, or a tear, Don't hoard it, give freely, 'twill solace some grief, Take the pain from some heart, some weary one cheer, And bring to the pain in thy own heart relief. 510 -Horace M. Richards. THE TWO CHURCHES. There is a gray cathedral old With long and solemn aisle, Where footsteps hush, nor eye is shocked Where genteel ladies dress for show,— And men, with business airs, A man to say their prayers! Where grand the pealing organ note, Save those of high degree, There is a church-another church, Here every weary one of earth, 'Neath Heaven's azure we may sit In sacrament with Thee! Lita Barney Sayles. 511 RECOMPENSE. Some flowers there are of modest worth That grow, and bloom, and die on earth, Yet yielding perfume till they die. Some souls there are, whose lives are full of bloom, Who live unknown, until they reach the tomb; Souls filled with modest virtues rare, Who, like the flower, shed fragrance everywhere. Some hearts there are with kindness filled, Some souls I know, who radiance shed, For such shall dawn a bright to-morrow, -Horace M. Richards. 512 REST. Life's battle's fought, Its victory won, Its labor done. No toil nor pain, Thoul't then endure, Then why complain? Rest cometh sure.-Horace M. Richards, 10s 513 THERE IS NO DEATH. There is no death! 'tis but the higher birth, 'Tis but renewing life, not death to me. There is no death! all nature proves this truth; There is no death! 'tis but a newer life, There is no death! what though exhaled the dew, It changes into forms forever new; What though the seed be laid in wintry tomb, The spring time comes, and calls it up to bloom. There is no death! the sun goes down at night, That it may rise again-the morning's light; The twinkling stars that seem to pass away Are only hid in clearer, brighter day. There is no death! this pulsing heart of mine There is no death! the Father calls us home, There is no death! this clod of mortal clay 514 BE THYSELF. Be thyself. There's nothing grander Trust thyself and stand the firmest, Let Reason be thy helmsman, No clouds e'er dim that light. Thou must sail like all around thee, Oft the reefs rise before thee, Turn thee from thy chosen path; Courage still! the storm when ended In the stead of sunken treasure, And the wraith that came to daunt thee That with smiles shall beckon onward, To heaven's calmer tide. When thou anchorest in that haven, Thou wilt find therein recorded, "Peace!"-the autograph of God. -Capt. H. H. Brown. 515 A CHANT. Immortal ones who trod the arching way, That spans the dark abyss of death and night, Descend to us from your celestial day And guide our wandering feet to love the right. CHORUS-Come in our weariness, spirits of love, The earth is dark to your supernal eyes, CHORUS-Come in our weariness, etc. Oh, make us cheerful whatsoe'er our cares, CHORUS-Come in our weariness, etc. Most happy is the man who hears Her riches are of more esteem Than east and west unfold, In her right hand she holds to view And in her left the prize of fame |