Years o'er his snowy head have past, Alone on earth, but yet his mien And those high hopes, whose guiding star Have with that light illumed his eye, Whose fount is immortality, And o'er his features poured a ray On earth by nought but pity's tie, E'en now half-mingled with the sky, FELICIA HEMANS. The Motto of the Perfect Man. "QUAL to either fortune!" This should be The motto of the perfect man and true— Striving to stem the billow fearlessly, And keeping steadily the right in view, Man fearlessly his voice for truth should raise, When truth would force its way in deed or word; Whether for him the popular voice of praise, Or the cold sneer of unbelief is heard: Like the First Martyr, when his voice arose Distinct above the hisses of his foes. "Equal to either fortune," Heaven designs, Whether his destiny be repose or toil— Whether the sun upon his palace shines, Or calls him forth to plant the furrowed soil: So shall he find life's blessings freely strewn Around the peasant's cottage as the throne. Man should dare all things which he knows are right, And fear to do no act save what is wrong; But, guided safely by his inward light, And with a permanent belief, and strong, In Him who is our Father and our friend, He should walk steadfastly unto the end. Ready to live or die, even in that day Which man from childhood has been taught to fear, When, putting off its cumbrous weight of clay, The spirit enters on a nobler sphere: And he will be, whose life was rightly passed, 66 Equal to either fortune" at the last. РНЕВЕ CAREY. The Lord of all, Himself through all Diffused. THE Lord of all, Himself through all diffused, Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God. He feeds the sacred fire And Flora, and Vertumnus; peopling earth That were not; and commending as they would Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of flavour or of scent, in fruit or flower, WILLIAM COWPER. The Friend in Need. Well deserves the name of Friend; Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But our Jesus died to have us Reconcil'd in Him to God: This was boundless love indeed! When He liv'd on earth abased, Friend of sinners was His name; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same: Still He calls them Brethren, Friends, Could we bear from one another What He daily bears from us? Oh! for grace our hearts to soften ; What a friend we have above: But, when home our souls are brought, NEWTON. THE The World. HE world with stones, instead of bread, It promised health,-in one short hour They made them wings and fled away; |