Both witness to a triumph won, A triumph won o'er sin and death, PUPIL AND TUTOR. P. WHAT shall I do, lest life in silence pass? And never prompt the bray of noisy brass, Remember aye the ocean deeps are mute, Worth is the ocean; fame is but the bruit P. What shall I do to be forever known? P. This did full many who yet sleep unknown. Think'st thou perchance that they remain unknown Whom thou know'st not? By angel trumps in heaven their praise is blown, Divine their lot! P. What shall I do to have eternal life? The simple dues with which the day is rife, Ere perfect scheme of action thou devise, While he who ever acts as Conscience cries, LIFE'S DISCIPLINE A TRAINING FOR HEAVEN. ALL speaks of change the renovated forms These are but engines of the Eternal will, Whilst stars, and worlds, and systems all obey; Without Whose power, the whole of mortal things A sacred spark, created by His breath, The immortal mind of man His image bears; A spirit living 'midst the forms of death, Oppressed, but not subdued, by mortal cares; A germ, preparing in the winter's frost To rise, and bud, and blossom in the spring; An unfledged eagle by the tempest tossed, Unconsious of his future strength of wing; The child of trial, to mortality And all its changeful influences given; On the green earth decreed to move and die, And yet, by such a fate, prepared for heaven! SIR HUMPHRY DAVY.- 1778-1829. WISDOM. AH! when did wisdom covet length of days? A pilgrim panting for a rest to come; ALL THINGS ARE YOURS. OPE, ope, my Soul! around thee press A thousand things divine; All Glory and all Holiness Are waiting to be thine. Lie open, Soul! be swift to catch Each glory ere it flies; Life's hours are charged, to those who watch, With heavenly messages. Lie open; Love and Duty stand, Lie open, Soul! the Beautiful Lie open, Soul! the Great and Wise About thy portal throng, The wealth of souls before thee lies, Lie open, Soul! lo, Jesus waits To enter thine abode; Messiah lingers at thy gates,- Receive Him, Soul! He with Him brings The heavenly hosts stretch forth their wings Lie open, Soul! in watchfulness The Infinite thy peace shall bless, O awful joy! O Life divine! Earth, Man, Heaven, Angels, all are thine H. NEW. THE HEART OF UNBELIEF. NIGHT without star or eve or dawning, gloom Each beautiful Belief whose living form |