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We may find it in the winter boughs, as they cross
the cold blue sky: While soft on icy pool and stream their pencilld
shadows lie, When we look upon their tracery, by the fairy
frost-work bound, Whence the fitting redbreast shakes a shower of
crystals to the ground.
Yes! beauty dwells in all our paths; but sorrow,
too, is there: How oft some cloud within us dims the bright, still
summer air! When we carry our sick hearts abroad amidst the
joyous things, That through the leafy places glance on many
With shadows from the past we fill the happy
woodland shades, And a mournful memory of the dead is with us in
the glades; And our dream-like fancies lend the wind an
echo's plaintive tone Of voices, and of melodies, and of silvery laughter
But are we free to do ev'n thus - to wander as we
will Bearing sad visions through the grove, and o'er the
breezy hill ? No! in our daily paths lie cares, that ofttimes bind
us fast, While from their narrow round we see the golden
day fleet past.
They hold us from the woodlark's haunts, and
violet dingle's back, And from all the lovely sounds and gleams in the
shining river's track; They bar us from our heritage of spring-time, hope,
and mirth, And weigh our burden'd spirits down with the
cumbering dust of earth.
Yet should this be? Too much, too soon, de
spondingly we yield. A better lesson we are taught by the lilies of the
field: A sweeter by the birds of heaven, which tell us
in their flight, Of One that through the desert air for ever guides
Shall not this knowledge calm our hearts, and bid
vain conflicts cease ? Ay, when they commune with themselves in holy
hours of peace ; And feel that by the lights and clouds through
which our pathway lies, By the beauty and the grief alike, we are training for the skies!
Thou gentlest teacher of unwelcome truths,
All speak thy monitory reign begun;
MRS. W. HEY.
“ AS THY
YS, SO SHALL THY STRENGTH BE.”
WHEN adverse winds and waves arise,
And in my heart despondence sighs ; · Deuteronomy, xxxiii. 25. “ God will wisely proportion the graces and comforts” of his servants “for the services he calls them out to. Have they work appointed to them? They shall have strength to do it. Have they burdens appointed them? They shall have strength to bear them; and never be tempted above that they are able. Faithful is he that has thus promised, and hath caused us to hope in this promise.”MATTHEW HENRY.
When life her throng of care reveals,
WORMS AND FLOWERS.
You ’RE spinning for my lady, worm !
Silk garments for the fair;
More beautiful than air,
And morning mists arise
To blue autumnal skies.
You're spinning for my lady, flower!
You're training for my love, The glory of her summer-bower,
While skylarks soar above :
Go, twine her locks with rose-buds,
Or breathe upon her breast,
And rock the halcyon's nest.
But, oh! there is another worm
Ere long will visit her,
In the dark sepulchre :
A flower as sweet as this ;
Soft winds its petals kiss.
In beauty who would trust ?
Consign’d to worms and dust:
Her spirit shall quit the sod,
THE GENIUS OF DEATH.
What is death ? -'Tis to be free!
No more to love, or hope, or fear
The mighty grave
Wraps lord and slave;