That move in armed battalions,
Clad with the ftrength of Mars.

Low are the words he speaketh
"Young dreamer, God is great!
'Tis glorious to suffer!
'Tis majesty to wait!"

O, Angel of Endurance!
O, saintly and sublime!
White are the arméd legions

That tread the halls of Time!

Blefféd, and brave, and holy!
The olive on my heart,
Baptized with thy baptizing,
Shall never more depart.

O, strong and mailéd angel!
Thy trailing robes I see!
Read other souls the leffon
So meekly read to me!

Still chant the same grand anthem

The beautiful and great

"'T is glorious to suffer, 'Tis majesty to wait!"

L. H. F.

TIMES GO BY TURNS.

HE loppéd tree in time may grow again;

TH

Moft naked plants renew both fruit and flowers; The sorrieft wight may find release from pain; The driest soil suck in some moistening fhowers; Times go by turns, and chances change by course From foul to fair- from better hap to worse.

The sea of fortune doth not ever flow,
She draws her favors to the lowest ebb,

Her tides have equal times to come and go,

Her loom doth weave the fine and coarseft web;
No joy so great, but runneth to an end;
No hap so hard but may in fine amend.

Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring;
No endless night, nor yet eternal day;
The saddeft bird a season finds to fing,
The roughest storm a calm may soon allay:
Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all,
That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.

A chance may win what by mischance was loft;
That net that holds no great, takes little fish;

In some things all, in all things none are croff’d;
Few all they need, but none have all they wish;
Unmingled joys here to no man befall;

Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all.
Robert Southwell. 1562-1594.

PRESUMPTION AND DESPAIR.

ON

NE time I was allowed to steer,
Through realms of azure light;
Henceforth, I said, I need not fear
A lower, meaner flight;

But here fhall evermore abide,
In light and splendor glorified.

My heart one time the rivers fed,
Large dews upon it lay;
A freshness it has won, I said,

Which fhall not pass away;
But what it is, it fhall remain,
Its freshness to the end retain.

But when I lay upon the shore,
Like some poor, wounded thing,
I deemed I fhould not evermore
Refit my shattered wing;

Nailed to the ground, and fastened there,
This was the thought of my despair.

And when my very heart seemed dried,
And parched as summer duft,
Such ftill I deemed it must abide,
No hope had I, no trust

That any power again could blefs
With fountains that waste wilderness.

But if both hope and fear were vain,
And came alike to naught,
Two leffons we from this may gain,

If ought can teach us aught;

One leffon rather, to divide

Between our fearfulness and pride.

Trench.

L

ET them that would build caftles in the air,
Vault thither, without ftep or stair,

Inftead of feet to climb, take wings to fly,

And think their turrets top the sky.

But let me lay all my foundations deep,

And learn before I run, to creep.

Who digs through rocks to lay his ground-works low, May in good time build high, and sure, though flow.

Christopher Harvey.

PRAYER.

PRO

PRAYER.

RAYER-the church's banquet; angel's age; God's breath in man returning to his birth ; The soul in paraphrase; heart in pilgrimage;

The Chriftian plummet, sounding heaven and earth;

Engine against th' Almighty; finner's tower;
Reversed thunder; Chrift's-fide-piercing spear;
The fix-days world transpofing in an hour;

A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;

Softnefs, and peace, and joy, and love, and blifs;
Exalted manna; gladness of the best;

Heaven in ordinary; man well dreft;

The milky-way; the bird of paradise ;

Church bells beyond the stars heard; the soul's blood;

The land of spices; something understood.

George Herbert.