Of mere imagination, differ partly 1145. EXTRAVAGANCE. THE man who builds and wants wherewith to pay, Knew their own masters, and laborious hinds, Sells the last scantling, and transfers the price IT is so little, and so poorly done, This work of mine, yet now the evening sun And I must give a truthful record in, I had so many dreams when first the light I would have made them deeds, all strong and true, So they remain but thought. So now through falling mists that cling and chill, Within sweet meadows where the bloom is dim, For I have fail'd: my day is lost and spent, I know my shame at length. Thy pardon, Lord? 'My child, thy faith was meek, Juliet C. Marsh. The time for toil has pass'd, and night has come- Last of the labourers, Thy feet I gain, Lord of the harvest! and my spirit grieves That I am burden'd, not so much with grain, As with a heaviness of heart and brain : Master, behold my sheaves ! Few, light and worthless—yet their trifling weight Full well I know I have more tares than wheat, Wherefore I blush and weep, as at Thy feet Yet do I gather strength and hope anew; 1152. FAILURE. Scorn of ONCE more in the matter of wealth: if thou throw thine all on a chance, Men will come around thee, and wait and watch the turning of the wheel; And if, in the lottery of life, thou hast drawn a splendid prize, FAITH loves to lean on time's destroying arm, 1156. FAITH. Basis of Nor questions of His purpose or His power; What foresight hadst thou, and skill! yea, what However deep be the mysterious word, enterprise and wisdom! However dark, she disbelieves it not : But if it fall out against thee, and thou fail in thy Where reason would examine, faith obeys, THE child leans on its parent's breast, His trust in God, and so is blest 'Neath every cloud. He has no store, he sows no seed; 1158. FAITH. Clew of HALLELUJAH! I believe! Isaac Williams. Now the giddy world stands fast, Now my soul has found an anchor Till the night of storm is past. All the gloomy mists are rising, And the clew is in my hand, Through earth's labyrinth to guide me To a bright and heavenly land. Hallelujah! I believe ! Sorrow's bitterness is o'er, Hallelujah! I believe ! Now no longer on my soul All the debt of sin is lying: One great Friend has paid the whole ! Ice-bound fields of legal labour I have left with all their toil, While the fruits of love are growing From a new and genial soil. Hallelujah! I believe! Now life's mystery is gone: Gladly through its fleeting shadows To the end I journey on. Through the tempest or the sunshine, Hallelujah! I believe ! Now, O Love! I know Thy power Death itself does not destroy; HEAR, then, what faith, True, Christian faith, which brought salvation, was Belief in all that God reveal'd to men : Observe-in all that God reveal'd to men ; In all He promised, threaten'd, commanded, said, Without exception, and without a doubt. Who thus believed, being by the Spirit touch'd, As naturally the fruits of faith produced— Truth, temperance, meekness, holiness, and loveAs human eye from darkness sought the light. How could he else? If he who had firm faith The morrow's sun should rise, order'd affairs Accordingly; if he who had firm faith That spring, and summer, and autumnal days Should pass away, and winter really come, Prepared accordingly; if he who saw A bolt of death approaching, turn'd aside And let it pass; as surely did the man Who verily believed the word of God, Though erring whiles, its general laws obey, Turn back from hell, and take the way to heaven. Pollok. 1160. FAITH. Consolation of BELOVED, it is well : God's ways are always right; And love is o'er them all, Though far above our sight. Beloved, it is well : Though deep and sore the smart, He wounds, who knows and cares To heal the broken heart. Beloved, it is well : Though grief benight our way, 'Twill make the joy more dear That comes with dawning day. Beloved, it is well : The path that Jesus trod, Though rough and dark it be, Leads home to heaven and God. 1161. FAITH. Co-operating with Lo! when the boatman stems the flowing tide, Of ether, where the day is never veil'd The earth's fair breast, that sea whose nether face 1165. FAITH: essential to happiness. IF forced from faith, for ever miserable: 1166. FAITH. Gift of O FAITH, thou workest miracles O gift of gifts! O grace of faith! There was a place, there was a time, Whither by night or day, Thy Spirit came and left that gift, How many hearts Thou mightst have had How many souls more worthy far Of that sweet touch of Thine! Ah, grace! unto unlikeliest hearts It is Thy boast to come, The glory of Thy light to find In darkest spots a home. How will they die, how will they die, The courage of belief? The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, When faith shines full and bright. O happy, happy that I am! If thou canst be, O faith! F. W. Faber. 1167. FAITH. Growth of FROM purer manners to sublimer faith Is nature's unavoidable ascent; 1171. FAITH. Lesson of TAULER, the preacher, walk'd, one autumn day, Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine, Pondering the solemn miracle of life; As one who, wandering in a starless night, And as he walk'd he pray'd. Even the same Old prayer with which, for half a score of years, Morning, and noon, and evening, lip and heart Had groan'd: Have pity upon me, Lord! Thou seest, while teaching others, I am blindSend me a man who can direct my steps!' Then, as he mused, he heard along his path 'Peace be unto thee, father!' Tauler said; 'God give thee a good day!' The old man raised How should I praise Thee, Lord! how should my Slowly his calm blue eyes: 'I thank thee, son; rhymes Gladly engrave Thy love on steel, If what my soul doth feel sometimes, My soul might ever feel! Although there were some fourtie heavens, or more, Sometimes to hell I fall. O rack me not to such a vast extent ! Wilt Thou meet arms with man, that Thou dost stretch A crumme of dust from heaven to hell? O let me, when Thy roof my soul hath hid, Then of a sinner Thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take Thy way; for sure Thy way is best: To make the musick better. Whether I flie with angels, fall with dust, Thy power and love, my love and trust, Make one place everywhere.-George Herbert. But all my days are good, and none are ill.' Wondering thereat, the preacher spake again, 'God give thee happy life!' The old man smiled, 'I never am unhappy.' Tauler laid His hand upon the stranger's coarse, grey sleeve: And for the happiness of which I spake, I find it in submission to His will, And calm trust in the holy Trinity Of Knowledge, Goodness, and Almighty power.' Silently wondering for a little space, Stood the great preacher; then he spake as one Who, suddenly grappling with a haunting thought Which long has follow'd whispering through the dark, Strange terrors, drags it shrieking, into light: 'Then,' said the stranger, cheerily, be it so. |