All in majestic march, and even, To the veiled eye by turns appear, And this is Faith, and thus she wins Seal but thine eye to pleasant sins, Love's glorious world will on thee burst. CVIII LABOR 7. Keble AUSE not to dream of the future before us: PAU Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us: Hark how Creation's deep musical chorus, Unintermitting goes up into heaven! Never the ocean-wave falters in flowing; "Labor is worship!" the robin is singing : Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart. From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower; From the rough sod blows the soft-breathing flower; From the small insect the rich coral bower; Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part. Labor is life!-'t is the still water faileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth! Labor is glory! the flying cloud lightens ; Only the waving wing changes and brightens ; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens ; Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune! Labor is rest. - from the sorrows that greet us, Work-and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow, Labor is health, -lo! the husbandman reaping, Temple, and statue, the marble block hides. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee; Look to yon blue heaven smiling beyond thee; Rest not content in thy darkness Work a clod. for some good, be it ever so slowly; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly; Labor-all labor is noble and holy, Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God. F. S. Osgood CIX C CHEERFUL GIVING HRIST before thy door is waiting: Rouse thee, slave of earthly.gold. Lo, He comes, thy pomp abating, Hungry, thirsty, homeless, cold; Hungry, by whom saints are fed With the eternal living Bread; Thirsty, from whose pierced side, Healing waters spring and glide; Cold and bare He comes, who never May put off His robe of light; Homeless, who must dwell for ever In the Father's bosom bright. Think how new-born saints assembling Son of holiest consolation, When thou turned'st thy land to gold, And thy gold to strong salvation, Leaving all, by Christ to hold. Type of priest, and monarch, casting Heaping in the world unknown. Now in gems their relics lie, And their forms from storied panes Gleam athwart their own loved fanes, Each his several radiance flinging On the sacred altar floor, Whether great ones much are bringing, Bring thine all, thy choicest treasure, CX CHARITY N ardent spirit dwells with Christian love, ANaren op vigor in the pitying dove; 'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh, Will not be sought, waits not for want to plead, And plants relief for coming miseries. CXI Crabbe THE UNREGARDED TOILS OF THE POOR A LAS! what secret tears are shed, What wounded spirits bleed: What loving hearts are sunderèd, And yet man takes no heed! He goeth in his daily course, |