Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old, Good or bad a thousand-fold! To save, to ruin, to curse, As even its minted coins express, to bless, Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary. Ex. 110. · A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME. HO 'll press for gold this crowded street, WH WA hundred years to come? Who'll tread yon church with willing feet, Pale, trembling age and fiery youth, And childhood with his brow of truth, The rich and poor, on land, on sea, Where will the mighty millions be, We all within our graves shall sleep. A hundred years to come. A hundred years to come. O the flutter of the fuss! To begin with Cain and Abel, And to finish up with us. Think of all the men and wom Who are now and who have Every nation since creation. That this world of ours has And of all of them, not any But was once a baby small; While of children, O, how man Never have grown up at all! Some have never laughed or sp Never used their rosy feet; Some have even flown to heave Ere they knew that earth wa And indeed I wonder whether, If we reckon every birth, And bring such a flock together There is room for them on ea Who will wash their smiling fa Who their saucy ears will bo Who will dress them and caress Who will darn their little so Where are arms enough to hold Hands to pat each shining he Who will praise them? who will scold them? Who will pack them off to bed? Little happy Christian children, That our planet ever knew! Only think of the confusion. Such a motley crowd would make! And the clatter of their chatter, And the things that they would break! O the babble of the Babel! O the flutter of the fuss! To begin with Cain and Abel, And to finish up with us! Ex. 112. - THE HARDEST TIME OF ALL. HERE are days of deepest sorrow There are wild despairing moments; Youth and love are oft impatient, Seeking things beyond their reach; SELECTIONS IN POETRY. And the heart grows sick with hoping, We can bear the heat of conflict, Yet at last we learn the lesson And a silent resignation Makes the spirit calm and blest ; For the changes of our fate, When our hearts will thank him meekly 109 Ex. 113. — THREE WORDS OF STRENGTH. Schiller. HERE are three lessons I would write, - In tracings of eternal light, Upon the hearts of men. Have Hope. Though clouds environ round, è calm's disport, the tempest's mirth, this: God rules the hosts of heaven, è inhabitants of earth. Love. Not love alone for one, t man, as man, thy brother call; scatter, like the circling sun, y charities on all. grave these lessons on thy soul, pe, Faith, and Love, and thou shalt find gth when life's surges rudest roll, ht when thou else wert blind. 114. HODGE AND THE PRIEST. ODGE, a poor honest country lout, Master Hodge!" the vicar said, at you are wondrous clever." y, measter parson, as to that eg you 'll right conceive me; na brag, but yet I know |