HOU must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach; Think truly, and thy thoughts. Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed. Live truly, and thy life shall be A BONAR. WORDS. Он, never say a careless word Hath not the power to pain ! Weigh well those light-winged messengers, Words! what are words? an idle breath, Smiles on the lip that uttered them In tones of melody. Yet have they strength to wound or bless, Lightly as they are flung; Still writ upon some human heart Words! what are words? a single word Hath spells to call the tears, That long have lain a sealèd fount A word hath summoned forth Words! heed them well; some whispered one Hath yet a power to fling A shadow on the brow, the soul In agony to wring; A name forbidden, or forgot, That sometimes, unawares, Murmurs upon our wakening lips, And mingles in our prayers. O words! sweet words! a blessing comes Tender, endearing tones that break Oh! are there not some cherished tones Uttered but once, they passed, and left Words! what are words? ah, knowest thou not The household names of love? The thousand tender memories That float their graves above! Long buried by the world's cold tread, Thou hast been blest, if never bent To hide the trembling lip, the tear That harsh words caused to flow. But oh! more blest if memory brings Where angry glance and cruel word By God's eternal dwelling-place And whispering yet within thine heart, Are there no words that from the fount Cheering the sorrowing soul with love, O Christ! write Thou Thy words of peace The guard of each winged messenger That upward flies to Thee. A. SHIPTON. |