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Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.
This new day is born
At night, will return.
Behold it aforetime
No eye ever did;
From all eyes is hid.
Here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Slip useless away.
A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING,
THEY say that God lives very high,
But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God; and why ?
And if you dig down in the mines,
You never see him in the gold; Though from him all that glory shines. God is so good, he wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across his faceLike secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that his embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place; As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids her tender pressure, Half-waking me at night, and said, “ Who kissed you in the dark, dear guesser
THE HEAVENLY DOVE.
FREDERIKA BREMER. TRANSLATION OF MARY HOWITT.
THERE sitteth a dove, so white and fair,
All on the lily spray,
The little children pray.
Lightly she spreads her friendly wings,
And to Heaven's gate hath sped,
The prayers which the children have said.
And brings — that Dove so mild — From the Father in Heaven, who hears her speak,
A blessing for every child.
Then, children, lift up a pious prayer;
It hears whatever you say —
That sits on the lily spray.
HUMBLE we must be
If to Heaven we go.
But the gate is low.
WINNING AND LOSING.
DINAH MARIA MULOCH.
“PEACE on earth and mercy mild,”
He that has a victory lost,
FAULTS AND VIRTUES.
Do not think of your faults; still less of others' faults; in every person who comes near you, look for what is good and strong; honor that; rejoice in it; and, as you can, try to imitate it; and your faults will drop off like dead leaves, when their time comes.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
O Moon, said the children, O Moon, that shineth fair, Why do you stay so far away, so high above us there? O Moon, you must be very cold from shining on the
sea ; If you would come and play with us, how happy we
should be !
O children, said the Moon, I shine above your head, That I may light the ships at night, when the sun
has gone to bed ; That I may show the beggar-boy his way across the
moor, And bring the busy farmer home to his own cottageO Moon, said the children, may we shine in your
place? They say that I have sunny hair, and I a sparkling
face. To light the ships and beggar-boys we greatly do
desire; And you might come and warm yourself before the
O children, said the Moon, we have each allotted
parts: 'Tis yours to shine by love divine on happy human
hearts; 'Tis mine to make the pathway bright of wanderers
that roam ;
'Tis yours to scatter endless light on those that stay
GOD THE FATHER.
H. W. BEECHER.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the mountain-top waves its sombre boughs, and cries, “Thou art my sun!” And the little meadow-violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its perfumed breath, “Thou art my sun !” And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, “Thou art my sun!”
So God sits effulgent in Heaven, not for a favored