VI. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; The homely nurse doth all she can VII. Behold the child among his new-born blisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, To dialogues of business, love or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage" As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. VIII. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, H. unted forever by the eternal mind,— Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find. In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master or a Slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to br ng the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! IX. Oh joy that in our embers Is something that doth like, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, The songs of thanks and praise; Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Our noisy years seem moments in the being Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavor. Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joycus song! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bght Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI. And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves, Forbode not any severing of our loves? Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they: The innocent brightness of a new born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, THE SABBATH. HENRY KIRK WHITE. How still the morning of the hallowed day! The dizzying mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din But on this day, embosomed in his home, He hopes-yet fears presumption in the hope-- These, mingled with the young, the gay, approach The people rising sing, "with harp, with harp, Nor yet less pleasing at the heavenly throne, GOLDEN THOUGHTS. WHICH FURNISH A THEME for reflecTION, AND A TEXT FOR MENTAL DISCOURSE. Adversity: Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. -Shakespeare. Adversity is a trial of principle. Without it a man hardly knows whether he is honest or not.-Fielding. "See a sight worthy of God:"-a good man struggling with adversity, and superior to it.-John Wesley. Anxiety: Anxiety is the poison of life, the parent of many sins, and of more miseries. Why then allow it when we know that all the future is guided by a Father's hand?-Blair. Ambition: Ambition is a spirit in the world That causes all the ebbs and flows of nations, Keeps mankind sweet by action; without that The world would be a filthy, settled mud.-Crown. Ambition, ruled by reason and religion, is a virtue; unchecked and maddened by vanity and covetousness, it is a vice. Without ambition, no great deed was ever accomplished. It is a guiding star to the wise and good; only a snare to the vain and foolish. Ambition is the strongest incentive to perseverance, and difficulties will sink before it, where they had appeared mountain high. It is ambition which keeps alive hope and courage. Without it man would be content to be a poor, debased creature, allowing the powers of his brain to rest for want of energy to cultivate and apply them. He could never rise in his profession, having no ambition to reach its highest point. Ambition appears to me the pure, honest desire to excel in whatever we undertake, provided, always, that we do not suffer our selfish desire to rise, to lead us into doing wrong to our fellow men or violating the commands of God. Like every other good gift, it is the abuse and not the use of ambition's fire that leads to sin. Kept within the proper bounds, and it is a noble quality, leading to perfection.-Sterne. Anger: Anger is the most impotent passion that accompanies the mind of man. It affects nothing it sets about, and hurts the man who is possessed by it more than the other against whom it is directed.-Stultz. To be angry about trifles is low and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils.-Barrow. There is many a man whose tongue might govern multitudes if he could govern his tongue.-Anon. Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.-George Eliot. Affability: Affability is a real ornament-the most beautiful dress that man or woman can wear, and worth far more as a means of winning favor than the finest clothes and jewels ever were. It is incumbent on us as members of society to cultivate a spirit of affability, to strive to make all within our influence happy by our kind solicitude for their welfare.-Stultz. Affliction: As some herbs need to be crushed to give forth their sweetest odors, so some natures need to be tried by suffering to evoke the excellence that is in them. Grief is a common bond that unites hearts. It can knit hearts closer than happiness can, and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys. The visitations of sorrow are universal. There beats not a heart that has not felt the force of affliction. There is not an eye but has witnessed many scenes of sorrow.-Bulwer. Why not accept all your misfortune as the discipline of a paternal hand, in love prescribed, to lead you to your place, and whiten you for Christian service.-J. G. Holland. Let us be patient! These severe afflictions But oftentimes celestial benedictions Art: -Longfellow. Yet we have said all our fine things about the arts, we must confess that the arts, as we know them, are but initial. Our best praise is given to what they aimed and promised, not to the actual result. * * * Art has not come to its maturity if it do not put itself abreast with the most potent influences of the world, if it is not practical and moral, if it do not stand in connection with the conscience, if it do not make the poor and uncultivated feel that it addresses them with a voice of lofty cheer. There is a higher work for art than the arts. They are abortive births of an imperfect or vitiated instinct. Art is the need to create; but in its essence, immense and universal, it is impatient of working with lame or tired hands, and of making cripples and monsters, such as all pictures and statues are. Nothing less than the creation of man and nature is its end. A man should find in it an outlet for his whole energy. He may paint and carve only as long as he can do that. Art should exhilarate, and throw down the walls of circumstance on every side, awakening in the beholder the same sense of universal relation and power which the work evinced in the artist, and its highest effect is to make new artists.-Ralph Waldo Emerson. Avarice: Avarice is an uniform and tractable vice: other intellectual distempers are different in different constitutions of mind; that which soothes the pride of one will offend the pride of another; but to the favor of the covetous there is a ready way; bring money and nothing is denied.—Samuel Johnson. |