188 An aged Christian went tottering by, LIFE-LIGHT. This span of life was lent And white was his hair, and dim was his For lofty duties, not for selfishness; eye; And his broken spirit seemed ready to fly, "It is life, to move from the heart's first throes, Through youth and manhood, to age's snows, In a ceaseless circle of joys and woes; It is life to prepare for death." C. D. DRAKE. And such is human life at best A mother's, a lover's, the green earth's breast; Our lives are rivers, gliding free Thither, all earthly pomp and boast From the Spanish of MANRIQUE. These years of life, what do they seem? Of pain and pleasure blent together, Where falling tears Are bright with hope and cold with fears. ANONYMOUS. Flitting away, flitting away, On through labor, on through rest, M. TRAFTON. Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime At length the world, renewed by calm repose, Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl. Was strong for toil, the dappled morn arose. PARNELL. MILTON. Mornings are mysterics; the first world's youth, To prayer! to prayer! for the morning breaks, Is styled their star, the stone, and hidden O then, in the breath of the early air, |