Christian! answer boldly:

"While I breathe I pray!"

Peace shall follow battle,

Night shall end in day.

"Well I know thy trouble,
O My servant true;
Thou art very weary,
I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee

Some day all my own, And the end of sorrow

Shall be near my throne."

Hymn of Peace

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HYMN OF PEACE

John Greenleaf Whittier

EAR Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our feverish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,

In purer lives Thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,

The gracious calling of the Lord,—
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee.

Oh, sabbath rest by Galilee!
Oh, calm of hills above

Where Jesus knelt to share with thee

The silence of eternity,

Interpreted by love!

Drop thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of the Peace.

HYMN

Joseph Addison

HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

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And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied Sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display;

And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;

And nightly to the listening Earth

Repeats the story of her birth;

Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing as they shine,

“The Hand that made us is divine.”

The Toys

THE TOYS
TOYS

Coventry Patmore

Y little Son, who look'd from thoughtful

eyes

And moved and spoke in quiet, grown-
up wise,

Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd

With hard words and unkiss'd,

His Mother, who was patient, being dead.

Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,
I visited his bed,

But found him slumbering deep,

With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet

From his late sobbing wet.

And I, with moan,

Kissing away his tears, left others of my own;

For, on a table drawn beside his head,

He had put, within his reach,

A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone,

A piece of glass abraded by the beach,

And six or seven shells,

A bottle with bluebells,

And two French copper coins, ranged there

with careful art,

To comfort his sad heart.

So when that night I pray'd

To God, I wept, and said:

Ah, when at last we lie with tranced breath,

Not vexing thee in death,

And Thou rememberest of what toys

We made our joys,

'How weakly understood

Thy great commanded good,

Then, fatherly not less

Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay,

Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say,

"I will be sorry for their childishness."