REPENTANCE. LORD, I have lain Barren too long, and fain I would redeem the time, that I may be Fruitful in knowledge, faith, obedience, That when I come At harvest to be reapéd, and brought home, My soul in thy celeftial garner lay, If to entreat A crop of pureft wheat, A bleffing too transcendent should appear For me to hear, Lord, make me what thou wilt, so thou wilt take What thou doft make, And not disdain To house me, though among thy coarseft grain; Laid with the gleanings gathered by thee, I am content. Francis Quarles. 1592-1644. NOTHING BUT LEAVES. NOTHING HING but leaves; the spirit grieves Sin committed while conscience flept, Hatred, battle, and ftrife; Nothing but leaves; no garnered sheaves Words, idle words, for earnest deeds; Nothing but leaves; memory weaves As we retrace our weary way, And shall we meet the Master so, The Saviour looks for perfect fruit, - WH QUESTIONS. THY doft thou talk of death, laddie? The Mafter that hath placed thee here Why doft thou talk of heaven, laddie? When the Mafter afks, "What haft thou done "I gave thee wealth and power, And the poor around thee spread: Where are the fheep and lambs of mine That thou haft reared and fed? "I gave thee wit and eloquence Thy brethren to persuade : Where are the thousands by thy word "I placed thee in a land of light "And laft I sent thee chaftisement, NO HEART ALONE. "I have learned," says the melancholy Pestalozzi, “ that in this wide world no one heart is able or willing to help another." SAY not we through life must struggle, That no one human heart can answer The beatings of our own. The ftars look down from the filent heaven Into the quiet ftream, And see themselves from its dewy depths The sky with its pale or glowing hues, And the sea sends up its mist to form Thus each does of the other borrow And tells us that no thing in Nature Alone, amid life's griefs and perils, And though all strength still comes from Heaven, All light from God above, Yet we may sometimes be his angels, The Apostles of his love. Then let us learn to help each other, Hoping unto the end: Who sees in every man a brother, Shall find in each a friend. |