LAW OF LIFE. Live I, so live I, ' CREEDS. Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART. A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round; CHRISTIAN LOVE. Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it bespoke; But, alas! it now is quenched, and only bites us, like the smoke. ART AND TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small, Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, kindle but a torch's fire, Ha! how soon they all are silent! Thus Truth silences the liar. RHYMES. If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in strangers' ears, They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs; known. CURFEW. I. SOLEMNLY, mournfully, Cover the embers, And put out the light; Dark grow the windows, No voice in the chambers, Reign over all! II. The book is completed, And closed, like the day; And the hand that has written it Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies, Forgotten they lie; Like coals in the ashes, They darken and die. 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. THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE DEDICATION. As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, So walking here in twilight, O my friends! I hear your voices, softened by the distance, And pause, If any thought of mine, or sung or told, Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown! Kind messages, that pass from land to land; The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! Perhaps on earth I never shall behold, With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance; Therefore to me ye never will grow old, But live for ever young in my remembrance. Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away! Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavour for the self-same ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations. Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk, The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean. Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest, At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted, To have my place reserved among the rest, Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited! BY THE SEASIDE. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. "Build me straight, O worthy Master! And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!" The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every art. A quiet smile played round his lips, As the eddies and dimples of the tide That steadily at anchor ride. And with a voice that was full of glee, And first with nicest skill and art, That with a hand more swift and sure The greater labor might be brought And eight round towers, like those that frown And he said with a smile, "Our ship, I wis, It was of another form, indeed; Broad in the beam, that the stress of the blast, In the ship-yard stood the Master, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! Covering many a rood of ground, Timber of chestnut, and elm, and oak, And the banks of the roaring Roanoke! To note how many wheels of toil One thought, one word, can set in motion! Must bring its tribute, great or small, |