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But now it has fallen from me;
It is buried in the sea,

And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.

Yet whenever I cross the river

On its bridge with wooden piers, Like the odour of brine from the ocean Comes the thought of other years.

And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,

Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.

I see the long procession

Still passing to and fro,

The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!

And for ever and for ever,

As long as the river flows
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;

The moon and its broken reflection
And its shadows shall appear,

As the symbol of love in heaven,

And its wavering image here.

LONGFELLOW.

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Song sinks into silence,
The story is told,

The windows are darkened,

The hearth-stone is cold.

Darker and darker

The black shadows fall;

Sleep and oblivion

Reign over all.

LONGFELLOW.

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TRUST AND TRY.

ANNOT," Edward, did you say?
Chase the lazy thought away;
Never let that idle word

From your lips again be heard.

Take your book from off the shelf,
God helps him who helps himself;

O'er your lesson do not sigh:

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Trust and try-trust and try.

Cannot," Edward? Say not so;
All are weak, full well I know;
But if you will seek the Lord,
He will needful strength afford,
Teach you how to conquer sin,
Purify your heart within :

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66 Cannot," "Edward? Scorn the thought;

You can do whate'er you ought:

Give as You'd Take.

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Ever duty's call obey,

Strive to walk in wisdom's way;

Let the sluggard, if he will,
Use the lazy "cannot" still:
On yourself and God rely;

Trust and try-trust and try.

S. W. PARTRIDGE.

GIVE AS YOU'D TAKE.

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Y bairnies dear, when you go out
With other bairns to play,

Take heed of everything you do,

Of every word you say;

From tricky, wee, mischievous loons
Keep back, my bairns, keep back;

And aye to all such usage give

As you would like to take.

To twist the mouth and call ill names

Is surely very bad;

Then all such doings still avoid,

They'd make your mother sad.

To shield the weakly from the strong,

Be neither slow nor slack,

And aye to all such usage give,

As you would like to take.

A kindly word, a soothing look,
Have ready aye for all;
We are one Maker's handiwork,
He made us-great and small-

We're all the children of his care;

Oh, then for his dear sake

Be sure such usage still to give

As you would like to take.

ALEXANDER Rodger.

TIRED OF PLAY.

MIRED of play! tired of play!

What hast thou done this livelong day?
The bird is hushed, and so is the bee,

The sun is creeping up steeple and tree;
The doves have flown to the sheltering eaves,

And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves;
Twilight gathers, and day is done;-

How hast thou spent it, precious one?

Playing?-But what hast thou done beside,
To tell thy mother at eventide !

What promise of morn is left unbroken?
What kind word to thy playmate spoken?
Whom hast thou pitied, and whom forgiven?
How with thy faults has duty striven?
What hast thou learned by field and hill,
By greenwood path, and by singing rill?

There will come an eve to a longer day,
That will find thee tired-but not of play.
Well for thee then, if thy lip can tell
A tale like this of a day spent well.
If thine open hand hath relieved distress,
If thy pity hath sprung at wretchedness,

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