Both witness to a triumph won, A triumph won o'er sin and death; PUPIL AND TUTOR. P. WHAT shall I do, lest life in silence pass? T. And if it do, And never prompt the bray of noisy brass, What need'st thou rue? Remember aye the ocean deeps are mute, The shallows roar. Worth is the ocean; fame is but the bruit P. What shall I do to be forever known? T. P. This did full many who yet sleep unknown. T. Oh! never, never. Think'st thou perchance that they remain unknown By angel trumps in heaven their praise is blown, P. What shall I do to have eternal life? The simple dues with which the day is rife, Ere perfect scheme of action thou devise, While he who ever acts as Conscience cries, LIFE'S DISCIPLINE A TRAINING FOR HEAVEN. ALL speaks of change: the renovated forms These are but engines of the Eternal will, Has ever acted, and is acting still, Whilst stars, and worlds, and systems all obey; Without Whose power, the whole of mortal things A sacred spark, created by His breath, The immortal mind of man His image bears; A spirit living 'midst the forms of death, Oppressed, but not subdued, by mortal cares; A germ, preparing in the winter's frost To rise, and bud, and blossom in the spring; An unfledged eagle by the tempest tossed, Unconsious of his future strength of wing; The child of trial, to mortality And all its changeful influences given; On the green earth decreed to move and die, And yet, by such a fate, prepared for heaven! SIR HUMPHRY DAVY. - 1778-1829. WISDOM. AH! when did wisdom covet length of days? A pilgrim panting for a rest to come; ALL THINGS ARE YOURS. OPE, ope, my Soul! around thee press A thousand things divine; All Glory and all Holiness Are waiting to be thine. Lie open, Soul! be swift to catch Each glory ere it flies ; Life's hours are charged, to those who watch, With heavenly messages. Lie open; Love and Duty stand, To lead thee gently by the hand, - Lie open, Soul! the Great and Wise The wealth of souls before thee lies, Lie open, Soul! lo, Jesus waits To enter thine abode; Messiah lingers at thy gates, - Receive Him, Soul! He with Him brings The heavenly hosts stretch forth their wings. Lie open, Soul! in watchfulness O awful joy! O Life divine! Earth, Man, Heaven, Angels, all are thine And thou art God's, my Soul! H. NEW. THE HEART OF UNBELIEF. NIGHT without star or eve or dawning, gloom Each beautiful Belief whose living form Within the spirit's Pantheon rose enshrined; Each Faith whose radiant wing shed sudden morn Upon the illumined mind; |