So soon may I follow, When true hearts lie wither'd, This bleak world alone? Moore. THE BEAUTIFUL IS EVERYWHERE. HE Beautiful is everywhere, TH The Good lies all around; And every spot of this fair earth Not holier is the lofty aisle, Than many a nook where lovely things Oh, very fair the sunny beams And, streaming in the poor man's room, And many a joy to lighten toil, To fight with toil and care: The world was never yet so dark, So sad with grief or sin, But Heaven's love, like that small ray, H The Beautiful will never die, A gleam of glory to the world And mothers' bosoms swell with love All glorious is the giant sea, That all things have a share of good, THE ROSE. G. R. Emerson. OW fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower, But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field; When its leaves are all dead, and its fine colours lost, So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Then I'll not be proud of my youth nor my beauty, Watts. THE WOODLAND CHILD. W ITH mingled trembling and delight, A little country maiden now Is passing down the street; A country child,-I know it by The sunlight warm has kissed her brow, Comes with her to the town; We almost guess the woodland place We almost read her inner thoughts As Nature's child, with bounding heart, She seems to bring the country here— And slowly, as amid the throng, Some pleasant landscape fade from sight. Ah, well! we would not keep her here, So fair a flower should open with 'Mid primrose stars, as sweet and wild Marion Douglas. I THE MARCH OF TIME. N the palace, in the cottage, Never tiring, never resting, Neither bending to our will; Secrets lost in dark oblivion, Dreams and echoes of the past time W A PARABLE. ORN and footsore was the prophet "God hath left the earth," he murmured, Here the presence lingers still. God of all the olden prophets, Wilt thou speak with men no more? Have I not as truly served thee As thy chosen ones of yore? Hear me, Guide of my fathers, |