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Barclay Of Uey.
"Happier I, with loss of all,
With few friends to greet me,
With bared heads, to meet me.
"When each good wife, o'er and o'er, Blessed me as I passed her door;
And the snooded daughter, Through her casement glancing down, Smiled on him who bore renown
From red fields of slaughter.
"Hard to feel the stranger's scoff,
Hard to learn forgiving;
Warm and fresh and living.
"Through this dark and stormy night,
Up the blackness streaking;
For the full day-breaking!"
So the Laird of Ury said,
Towards the Tolbooth prison,
Preach of Christ arisen!
Barclay Of Ury.
Not in vain, Confessor old,
Of thy day of trial;
Pours its seven-fold vial.
Happy he whose inward ear
O'er the rabble's laughter;
Of the good hereafter.
Knowing this, that never yet
In the world's wide fallow;
Heap the harvests yellow.
Thus, with somewhat of the Seer,
From the Future borrow;
Paint the golden morrow!
J. G. Whittier.
The steps of Faith
J. G. W.
labour anb mi
"Learn to labour and to wait."—Lonotollow.
Learn to labour—easier part,
Of the truth so sweetly sung, Busy hands make lightsome heart,
To nerve the harassed soul by anguish wrung.
Learn to labour—not for pelf,
Which the sordid mind may please,
Not to foster love of self,
Making man a starveling elf,
Or else the pampered son of aimless ease.
Learn to labour—go abroad,
'Mid the busy haunts of men, Kindness brings its own reward; Every service well conferred,
Shall come in better blessings back again.
Learn to labour—Nature shows
In the perfume of the rose,
Or the zephyr as it blows,
'Mid all her rich variety of grace,
That, among profusion's range,
Naught is idle, naught is lost, Labour still produces change, And with intervention strange,
Procures the greatest good at little cost.
Labour And Wait.
Learn to labour—in His name,
Who thy noblest powers may claim,
Search his records,—keep his laws,
Follow where his Spirit draws,
And seek to vindicate His holy name.
Learn to wait—attainment high,
Leaning on thy Saviour's breast,
To bear thee to the mansions of the blest.
Learn to wait—a loved one see,
Suffering on his bed of pain,
May bless the gracious hand that burst his chain.
Learn to wait—God's ways are deep,
Oft His paths we cannot trace,
'Till He, we trust, shall manifest His face.
Learn to wait—though life seem long,
Weary pilgrim, soon shall come
And all the quiet of the peaceful tomb.
Deep humility is a strong bulwark: and as we enter into it, we find safety and true exaltation.
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Well speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!
Thou tread'st the solemn Pantheon of the Past,
Not without reverent awe shouldst thou put by
The effigies of old confessors lie,
God's witnesses; the voices of His will,
Heard in the slow march of the centuries still!
Such were the men at whose rebuking frown,
Dark with God's wrath, the tyrant's knee went down
Such from the terrors of the guilty drew
The vassal's freedom and the poor man's due.
St. Anselm (may he rest forevermore
In Heaven's sweet peace !) forbade, of old, the sale
Hurled the Northumbrian buyers of the poor.
To ransom souls from bonds and evil fate,
St. Ambrose melted down the sacred plate—
Image of saint, the chalice and the pix,
Crosses of gold, and silver candlesticks.
"Man Is Worth More Than Temples !" he replied
To such as came his holy work to chide.
And brave Cesarius, stripping altars bare,
The captive's freedom, answered to the prayer
Stifled their love of man—" An earthen dish