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"Work! work! work!
Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fasts I keep,
And flesh and blood so cheap !
A crust of bread, -and rags, –
A table-a broken chair-
For sometimes falling there!
“Work-work-work! From weary chime to chime !
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed,
As well as the weary hand.
“ Work—work—work ! In the dull December light,
The brooding swallows cling,
And twit me with the Spring.
“Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweetWith the sky above my
head And the grass beneath my feet, For only one sweet hour
To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want,
And the walk that costs a meal!
“Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite, however brief!
But only time for grief!
But, in their bring bed,
Hinders needle and thread !”
With fingers weary
worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat,
in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread
Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitchWould that its tone could reach the rich !
She sung this “Song of the Shirt'
MAN'S WORKS SHALL FOLLOW HIM.
JOHN G. WEITTIER.
'Tis truth that painter, bard, and sage,
Even in earth's cold and changeful clime, Plant for their deathless heritage
The fruits and flowers of time.
We shape ourselves the joy or fear
Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere
With sunshine or with shade.
The tissue of the Life to be
We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny
We reap as we have sown
Still shall the soul around it call
The shadows which it gathered hero,
the notes of holy song On Milton's tuneful ear have died ? Think ye that Raphael's angel throng
Has vanished from his side ?
* See Note, Exercise V.
Or warmly touched or coldly dim,
Man's WORKS SHALL FOLLOW HIM!
SOGEPK STORY, the eminent jurist, and accomplished scholar, was born at Marblehead, in Massachusetts, in 1782. In 1811 he was made a judge of the Supreme Court of the United States. In 1830 he was appointed Dane Professor of the Law School of Harvard University. In both these situations he acquitted himself with distinguished ability. He died in 1845. The following is from a discourse on the occasion of the consecration of Mount Auburn Cemetery in 1831.
RESTING-PLACES FOR THE DEAD INTERESTING TO THE LIVING.
JUDGE STORY. 1. “ Bury me not, I pray thee,” said the patriarch Jacob, “ bury me not in Egypt: but I will lie with my fathers. And thou shalt carry me out of Egypt: but I will lie with my fathers. And thou shalt carry me out of Egypt; and bury me in their burying-place.” “There they buried Abraham, and Sarah his wife; there they buried Isaac, and Rebecca his wife; and there I buried Leah."
2. Such are the natural expressions of human feeling, as they fall from the lips of the dying Such are the reminiscences that forever crowd on the confines of the passes to the grave. We seek again to have our home there with our friends, and to be blest by a communion with them. It is a matter of instinct, not of reasoning. It is a spiritual impulse, which supersedes belief, and disdains question.
3. It is to the living mourner—to the parent, weeping over his dear dead child—to the husband, dwelling in his own solitary desolation—to the widow, whose heart is broken by untimely sorrow—to the friend, who misses at every turn the