"Faith's" meek, confiding, glistening eye Beholds what mortal cannot see With childlike trust she looks on high, THE BREAD WHICH PERISHETH. FRAIL men, ye lowly ones of earth, What means that mingl'd hope and sorrow, For bread, the bread which perisheth? The earnest statesman's furrow'd brow, Is bread, the bread which perisheth. Behold the scholar pale and worn, The bread, the bread which perisheth. The merchant with his eager looks, Is bread, the bread which perisheth. The sun-brown'd swains with horny hand, The bread, the bread which perisheth. The sons of science here and there, The sailor striving with the deep, Live for the bread which perisheth. When man's proud schemes have reached completion, That "gilded selfishness," ambition, Soon leaves him still unsatisfied, It offers this, and nought beside, The bread, the bread which perisheth. Live for such bread! ah, foolish man, In bread, the bread which perisheth? Tho' man's perfection now is gone, He takes the bread which perisheth. Then One, his living Saviour-God, The bread of life which never perisheth THE SNAW. WHAT'S that comes twirlin' fra' the lift, An' covers a' the lan', While keen winds make it blaw an' drift'Tis winter's gift to man. It settles on the far hill taps, The craps wi' freendly hand it haps, It decks in fairy-wreaths the bowers, The cottar's beild doon in yon glen Is nearly theekit o'er, Sa bound wi' sna' ye scarcely ken, |