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Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny ; Though with a pierced and bleeding heart,
And spurn'd of men, he goes to die.
And number'd every secret tear,
For all His children suffer here. - Bryant.
Now let us thank th' Eternal Power ; convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction : That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Serves but to brighten all our future days.
He takes my soften'd heart and beats it
The sparks fly off at every blow; He turns it o'er and o'er, and heats it,
And lets it cool, and makes it glow; And yet I whisper, ‘As God will !' And in His mighty hand hold still. Why should I murmur? for the sorrow
Thus only longer-lived would be ; Its end may come, and will to-morrow,
When God has done His work in me; So I say, trusting, 'As God will !' And, trusting, to the end hold still.
88. AFFLICTION : develops excellencies.
WITHIN this leaf, to every eye
He kindles for my profit purely
Affliction's glowing, fiery brand; And all His heaviest blows are surely
Inflicted by a Master-hand; So I say, praying, “As God will !' And hope in Him and suffer still.-Sturm.
90. AFFLICTION. Eucharist of
Strong to consume small troubles ; to commend Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to
the end. - Aubrey De Vere.
ABOVE the seas of gold and glass
The Christ, transfigured, stands to-day; Below, in troubled currents, pass
The tidal fates of man away. Through that environ'd blessedness
Our sorrow cannot wholly rise, Nor his swift sympathy redress
The anguish that in Nature lies.
93. AFFLICTION. Heroism under
LIKE a ball that bounds According to the force with which 'twas thrown, So in affliction's violence, he that's wise, The more he's cast down, will the higher rise.
Yet mindful from His banquet sends
The guest of God a cup of wine, And shares a morsel with His friends, Who, wondering, wait without the shrine.
Julia Ward Howe.
Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy,
91. AFFLICTION. Furnace of He that from dross would win the precious ore,
Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye,
Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by,
Thrice happy they who to the end endure !
Who from the crucible come forth so pure, That He, whose eyes of fame look through the
whole, May see His image perfect in the soul ?
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand,
Lyte. 94. AFFLICTION : its results.
Not with an evanescent glimpse alone,
As in that mirror the refiner's face,
The more the cross, the nearer heaven ;Where is no cross there God is not ; The world's turmoil doth hide His face, Hell, sense, and self, make Him forgot. Oh! where God draws a blessed lot, His mercy some dark lines doth trace. The more the cross, the better Christian ;God lays the touchstone to each soul ; How many a garden must lie waste Did not a tear-storm o'er it roll! Refining grief, a living coal, Upon the Christian's heart is placed. The more the cross, the more believing ;In desert lands the palm trees grow; And when the grape is strongly press'd, Then doth its sweetness overflow; And strength lies hid in every woe, As pearls do in the salt wave rest.
92. AFFLICTION : God's messenger. Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee. Do thou With courtesy receive him : rise and bow; And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave, Then lay before him all thou hast. Allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality, no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate Thy soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief should be Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate, Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free,
The more the cross, the more the praying ;-
When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
Is dimm'd and vanish'd too !
Did not Thy wing of love
Our peace-branch from above !
With more than rapture's ray;
The epoch ends, the world is still.
And in the after-silence sweet,
A moderate pace would now my body heat,
101. AGE. The New
Age by degrees invisibly doth creep,
THUNDERING and bursting In torrents, in waves, Carolling and shouting Over tombs, amid graves, See on the cumber'd plain Clearing a stage, Scattering the past about, Comes the new age ! Bards make new poems, Thinkers new schools, Statesmen new systems, Critics new rules ! All things begin again ; Life is their prize ; Earth with their deeds they fill, Fill with their cries !-Matthew Arnold.
Thus daily changing, by degrees I'd waste,
Dryden. 104. AGE : comes to all. 'Tis greatly wise to know before we're told, The melancholy news that we grow old. — Young.
105. AGE: its effects.
108. AGE. Peaceful
He wears the marks of many years well spent,
Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience. So mayst thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
Rowe. Into thy mother's lap; or be with ease
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd.- Milton.
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long; So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days,
Even wonder'd at, because he dropt no sooner. And steal thyself from life by slow decays.- Pope. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more : The remnant of his days he safely past,
Till like a clock worn out with eating time, Nor found they lagg'd too slow, nor flew too fast;
The wheels of weary life at last stood still. He made his wish with his estate comply,
Dryden. Joyful to live, yet not afraid to die.--Prior.
Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures; An age that melts in unperceived decay,
That life is long which answers life's great end : And glides in modest innocence away.
The time that bears no fruit deserves no name; Johnson.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.— Young. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
III. AGE. Wisdom of
AND may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that heaven doth show
And every herb that sips the dew; 109. AGE. Proprieties of
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain. — Milton. The light and careless livery that it wears,
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er ;
Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness which age descries :
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Now leave these joys, unsuiting to thy age, Lets in new light through chinks that time has made. To a fresh comer, and resign the stage.-Dryden.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become You season still with sports your serious hours, As they draw near to their eternal home; For age but tastes of pleasures, youth devours.
| Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, Dryden.
| That stand upon the threshold of the new.-Waller. Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, You've play'd, and loved, and ate, and drank your And coming events cast their shadows before. fill:
Campbell. Walk sober off before a sprightlier age
112. AGE. Youth and Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage :
WHEN I was young! Ah, woeful When ! Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
Ah, for the change 'twixt Now and Then! Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please. - Pope.
This breathing house, not built with hands, Those trifles wherein children take delight
This body, that does me grievous wrong, Grow nauseous to the young man's appetite;
O'er airy cliffs and glittering sands And from those gaieties our youth requires
How lightly then it flash'd along ! To exercise their minds, our age retires.
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,
On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That ask no aid of sail or oar, 110. AGE. Virtuous
That fear no spite of wind or tide. AGE sits with decent grace upon his visage,
Nought cared this body for wind or weather, And worthily becomes his silver locks;
When Youth and I lived in't together.