Who will not count it true that Love, And one thing further make him know, Despite of all which seems at strife With blessing, and with curses rife,That this is blessing, this is life. DIFFERENT MINDS. Some murmur when their sky is clear, And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, One ray of God's good mercy, gild In palaces are hearts that ask, Such rich provision made. THE EFFECTS OF PRAYER. Lord, what a change within us one short hour wrong, Or others,—that we are not always strong; That we should ever weak or heartless be, COUPLETS. When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing sent, What time will then remain for murmurs or lament? When God afflicts thee, think He hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown. Thomas Miller. 1808-1874. EVENING SONG. How many days with mute adieu The village-bells, with silver chime, A listening awe pervades the air; And in this hushed and breathless close, Which speaks alone, great God, of Thee. Now Nature sinks in soft repose, A living semblance of the grave; The boughs have almost ceased to wave; The silent sky, the sleeping earth, Tree, mountain, stream, the humble sod, All tell from whom they had their birth, "Behold a God!" And cry, Horatius Bonar. 1808-1889. THE MASTER'S TOUCH. In the still air the music lies unheard, In the rough marble beauty hides unseen; To wake the music and the beauty, needs The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with Thy skilful hand; Spare not the stroke! do with us as Thou wilt! HE LIVETH LONG WHO LIVETH WELL. He liveth long who liveth well! He liveth long who liveth well! Of true things truly done each day. Waste not thy being; back to Him 'T is but to be, and not to live. Be wise, and use thy wisdom well; Who wisdom speaks must live it too; He is the wisest who can tell How first he lived, then spoke, the true. Be what thou seemest! live thy creed ! Fill up each hour with what will last; Is the ripe fruit of life below. |