Still to go on as now, not slower, faster,
Nor fear to miss

The road, although so very long it be,
While led by Thee?

Step after step, feeling Thee close beside me,
Although unseen,

Thro' thorns, thro' flowers, whether the tempest hide Thee

Or heavens serene,

Assured Thy faithfulness cannot betray,
Thy love decay.

I may not know; my God, no hand revealeth
Thy counsels wise;

Along the path a deepening shadow stealeth,
No voice replies

To all my questioning thought, the time to tell ;
And it is well.

Let me keep on, abiding and unfearing
Thy will always,

Through a long century's ripening fruition
Or a short day's;

Thou canst not come too soon; and I can wait
If Thou come late.

Unknown.

CHRIST WILL GATHER HIS OWN.

Christ will gather His own

To the place where He is gone,
Where their heart and treasure lie,
Where our life is hid on high.

Day by day the voice saith "Come,
Enter this eternal home."
Asking not if we can spare

This dear soul its summons there.

Had He ask'd us, well we know
We should cry, “Oh, spare this blow!"
Yes, with streaming tears should pray,
"Lord, we love him; let him stay."

But the Lord doth naught amiss,
And, since He hath ordered this,
We have naught to do but still
Rest in silence on His will.

Many a heart no longer here,

Ah! was all too inly dear;
Yet, O Love, 't is Thou dost call,

Thou will be our All in All.

Emma Lazarus.

1849-1887.

REMEMBER.

"Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth; while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them." ECCL. xii., I.

Remember Him, the only One,
Now, ere the years flow by,-
Now, while the smile is on thy lip,
The light within thine eye.

Now, ere for thee the sun have lost
Its glory and its light,

And earth rejoice thee not with flowers,
Nor with its stars the night.

Now, while thou lovest earth, because
She is so wondrous fair

With daisies and with primroses,

And sunlit, waving air;

And not because her bosom holds
Thy dearest and thy best,
And some day will thyself infold
In calm and peaceful rest.
Now, while thou lovest violets,

Because 'mid grass they wave,

And not because they bloom upon

Some early shapen grave.

Now, while thou lovest trembling stars,

But just because they shine,

And not because they 're nearer one

Who never can be thine.

Now, while thou lovest music's strains,
Because they cheer thy heart,
And not because from aching eyes
They make the tear-drops start.
Now, while thou lovest all on earth,
And deemest all will last,

Before thy hope has vanished quite,
And every joy has past;
Remember Him, the only One,

Before the days draw nigh

When thou shalt have no joy in them, And praying, yearn to die.

Sarah Orne Jewett.

1849.

DISCONTENT.

Down in a field, one day in June,
The flowers all bloomed together,
Save one, who tried to hide herself,
And drooped, that pleasant weather.

A robin who had soared too high,
And felt a little lazy,

Was resting near a buttercup

Who wished she were a daisy.

For daisies grow so trig and tall ;
She always had a passion
For wearing frills about her neck
In just the daisies' fashion.

And buttercups must always be
The same old tiresome color,
While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although their gold is duller.

"Dear robin," said this sad young flower, "Perhaps you'd not mind trying

To find a nice white frill for me,
Some day when you are flying?"

"You silly thing!" the robin said;
"I think you must be crazy!

I'd rather be my honest self
Than any made-up daisy.

"You 're nicer in your own bright gown, The little children love you;

Be the best buttercup you can,

And think no flower above you.

"Though swallows leave me out of sight,

We'd better keep our places; Perhaps the world would all go wrong With one too many daisies.