3. b. Perkins. 1810-1849. THE UPRIGHT SOUL. Late to our town there came a maid, It was not anything she said,— Her little motions when she spoke, We saw it in her floating hair, For she to many spirits gave A reverence for the true, the pure, The perfect, that has power to save, And make the doubting sure. She passed, she went to other lands, She knew not of the work she did; The wondrous product of her hands From her is ever hid. Forever, did I say? Oh, no! The time must come when she will look Upon her pilgrimage below, And find it in God's book, That, as she trod her path aright, A deed, a word, our careless rest, Go, maiden, with thy golden tresses, Forget him; he will not forget, Thy goodness, when earth's sun has set, Daniel C. Colesworthy. 1810. A LITTLE WORD IN KINDNESS SPOKEN. A little word in kindness spoken, A motion or a tear, Has often healed the heart that 's broken, And made a friend sincere. A word, a look, has crushed to earth Which, had a smile but owned its birth, Would bless life's darkest hour. Then deem it not an idle thing A pleasant word to speak; The face you wear, the thoughts you bring, A heart may heal or break. Unknown. ORIGIN OF THE OPAL. A dewdrop came, with a spark of flame The rose look'd down, with a blush and frown; But she smiled all at once to view Her own bright form, with its coloring warm, Reflected back by the dew. Then the stranger took a stolen look And a leaflet green, with its silver sheen, A cold north wind, as he thus reclined, Of a sudden raged around; And a maiden fair, who was walking there, Dscheladeddin. THE ANSWER.1 Allah, Allah!" cried the sick man, racked with pain the long night through; Till with prayer his heart grew tender, till his lips like honey grew. But at morning came the Tempter; said, "Call louder, child of pain! See if Allah ever hears or answers, 'Here am I,' again." 'Tholuck's version. Translated by Dr. J. F. Clarke, 1810-1888. Like a stab, the cruel cavil through his brain and pulses went ; To his heart an icy coldness, to his brain a darkness sent. Then before him stands Elias; says, "My child, why thus dismayed? Dost repent thy former fervor? Is thy soul of prayer afraid?” "Ah!" he cried, "I've called so often; never heard the 'Here am I'; And I thought, God will not pity; will not turn on me His eye." Then the grave Elias answered : 'Rise, Elias; go "God said, Speak to him, the sorely tempted; lift him from his gulf of woe. "Tell him that his very longing is itself an answering cry; That his prayer, 'Come, gracious Allah!' is my answer, 'Here am I !'" Every inmost aspiration is God's angel unde filed; And in every O my Father!" slumbers deep a "Here, my child." |