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THE flower is small that decks the field,
Essence and attributes of each
For ends profound combine;
Springs from the Mind Divine.
Is there who scorneth little things?
As wisely might he scorn to eat
In little grains of wheat .
Methinks, indeed, that such an one
Where wellnigh every good is won
The lark that in the morning air
Amid the sunbeams mounts and sings;
What lifted her so lightly there ? —
What form too, then, the beauteous dyes
Meadows and streams, woods, hills, and skies ? -
And when the earth is sere and sad
From summer's over fervid reign, How is she in fresh beauty clad? —
By little drops of rain.
Yea, and the robe that Nature weaves,
From little flowers, and little leaves,
O sure, who scorneth little things,
If he were not a thoughtless elf, Far above all that round him springs,
Would scorn his little self.
LOST! lost! lost!
And graved in Paradise:
Large diamonds, clear and bright,
Lost — where the thoughtless throng
Where trilleth folly's song,
Yet to my hand 't was given,
A golden harp to buy,
To deathless minstrelsy.
Lost! lost! lost!
I feel all search is vain; That gem of countless cost
Can ne'er be mine again:
For till these heartstrings sever,
Is reft away for ever.
But when the sea and land,
Like burning scroll have fled, I 'll see it in His hand,
Who judgeth quick and dead;
That man can ne'er repair,
What shall it answer there?
Z. H. Sigourney
RELIGION NOT ADVERSE TO
RELIGION does not censure or exclude
THE sea of Fortune doth not even flow,
Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web.
Not always full of leaf, nor always spring;
Not endless night, yet not eterjial day: The saddest birds a season find ft) sing,
The roughest storm a calm may soon allay. Thus with succeeding turns, God tempereth all, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.
EARLY RISING AND PRAYER
WHEN first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep
Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should Dawn with the day: these are set awful hours