And purge the silver ore adulterate. h; She sat and wept, and with her untressed hair I am a sinner, full of doubts and fears, Make me a humble thing of love and tears. IX. REPENTANCE BEFORE FORGIVENESS.* If I have sinned in act, I may repent; Or being bad, yet murmurs at the curse Making my hungry passion still keep Lent Where, in all worlds that round the Sun revolve One sinful wish would make a hell of heaven. May one be pardoned, and retain the offence?"- Shakspeare. SENSE, IF YOU CAN FIND IT. LIKE one pale, flitting, lonely gleam Those sweet, sweet snatches of delight They come and go, and come again; They're ours, whatever time they stay: Think not, my heart, they come in vain, If one brief while they soothe thy pain Before they pass away. But whither go they? No one knows Their home, but yet they seem to say, That far beyond this gulf of woes, There is a region of repose For them that pass away. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 1770-1834. WHO PRAYETH BEST. O WEDDING-GUEST! this soul hath been So lonely 'twas, that God himself O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray; While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay! 7* (77) Farewell! farewell! but this I tell He prayeth best, who loveth best MAN REDEEMABLE. LINES ON VISITING A PRISON. AND this place my forefathers made for man! Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,— To be a jarring and a dissonant thing William Wordsworth. 1770-1850. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY, FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. OUR birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: And cometh from afar : And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come Heaven lies about us in our infancy! But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, |