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few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childlike confidence, and say, “My Father! thou art mine!”



THERE are, in this rude stunning tide

Of human care and crime; ;
With whom the melodies abide

Of the everlasting chime;
Who carry music in their heart,
Through dusty lane and wrangling mart,
Plying their daily toil with busier feet,
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.



SPEAK gently; it is better far

To rule by love than fear;
Speak gently; let no harsh word mar

The good we may do here.
Speak gently to the little child;

Its love be sure to gain;
Teach it in accents soft and mild ;

It may not long remain.

Speak gently to the young; for they

Will have enough to bear; Pass through this life as best they may,

'Tis full of anxious care. Speak gently to the aged one,

Grieve not the care-worn heart,
Whose sands of life are nearly run;

Let such in peace depart.
Speak gently to the erring; know

They must have toiled in vain ;
Perchance unkindness made them so;

Oh, win them back again. Speak gently ; 'tis a little thing

Dropped in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, that it may bring,

Eternity shall tell.



One by one the sands are flowing,

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going ;

Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee

Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee,

Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from heaven)

Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given

Ready, too, to let them go.

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee;

Do not fear an armèd band;
One will fade as others greet thee —

Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;

See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow,

So each day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly

Has its task to do or bear; Luminous the crown, and holy,

When each gem is set with care.

Do not linger with regretting,

Or for passing hours despond; Nor, thy daily toil forgetting,

Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token,

Reaching heaven; but, one by one, Take them, lest the chain be broken

Ere the pilgrimage be done.



So nigh is grandeur to our dust,

So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,"

The youth replies, “ I can.




IF Time be of all things the most precious, wasting Time must be the greatest prodigality, since lost Time is never found again; and what we call Time enough, always proves little enough. Let us then be


and doing to the purpose; so by diligence shall we so move with less perplexity. Sloth makes all things difficult but Industry, all easy. He that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night; while Laziness travels so slowly that Poverty soon overtakes him. Drive thy business ; let not that drive thee: and early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, and wealthy, and wise.

HE who has a thousand friends has not a friend to

spare, And he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.



The lilies of the field, whose bloom is brief -

We are as they ;
Like them we fade away,

As doth a leaf.

The sparrows of the air, of small account:

Our God doth view
Whether they fall or mount -

He guards us too.

The lilies, that do neither spin nor toil,

Yet are most fair
What profits all this care,

And all this coil ?

The birds, that have no barn nor harvest-weeks;

God gives them food —
Much more our Father seeks

To do us good.

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