Doubts, hopes, in eager tumult rise : And give her angel plumage there! E. Judson CXXI HEAVEN HIS world is all a fleeting show, The smiles of joy, the tears of woe There's nothing true but Heaven! And false the light on glory's plume, And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven; And fancy's flash, and reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way; There's nothing calm but Heaven! T. Moore CXXII DIFFERENT MINDS OME murmur when their sky is clear SOME muunt when to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue: One ray of God's good mercy, gild In palaces are hearts that ask, Such rich provision made. Archbishop Trench CXXIII I THE RULE OF GOD SAY to thee-Do thou repeat To the first man thou mayest meet In lane, highway, or open street, That he and we and all men move Under a canopy of love, As broad as the blue sky above; That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain ; That weary deserts we may tread, Yet, if we will one Guide obey, And we, on divers shores now cast, And ere thou leave him, say thou this: Yet one word more - They only miss The winning of that perfect bliss, Who will not count it true, that love And one thing further make him know: Despite of all that seems at strife Archbishop Trench WRITTEN IN FRIARS' CARSE HERMITAGE, ON NITHSIDE HOU whom chance may hither lead, TH Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou decked in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, As thy day grows warm and high, ; Life's proud summits wouldst thou scale? Check thy climbing step elate, Evils lurk in felon wait: Dangers, eagle-pinioned, bold, Soar around each cliffy hold, While cheerful Peace, with linnet song, Chants the lowly dells among. -- As the shades of evening close, And teach the sportive young ones round, Thus, resigned and quiet, creep Sleep, whence thou shalt ne'er awake, Stranger, go! Heaven be thy guide! Robert Burns |