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2255. LIFE. Length of

Live to some purpose ; make thy life

A gift of use to thee:
A joy, a good, a golden hope,

A heavenly argosy.-Procter.

2258. LIFE. Mental

That life is long which answers life's great end.

He liveth long who liveth well !

All other life is short and vain;
He liveth longest who can tell

Of living most for heavenly gain.
He liveth long who liveth well!

All else is being Aung away;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.

2256. LIFE: loved.
The weariest and most loathèd worldly life
That age, ache, penury, imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death. --Shakespeare.

Who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night,
Devoid of sense and motion ?- Milton.

The earth is full of life; the living Hand
Touch'd it with life; and all its forms expand
With principles of being made to suit
Man's varied powers and raise him from the brute.
And shall the earth of higher ends be full-
Earth which thou tread'st--and thy poor mind be

Thou talk of life, with half thy soul asleep?
Thou 'living dead man,' let thy spirit leap
Forth to the day, and let the fresh air blow
Through thy soul's shut-up mansion. Would'st thou

know Something of what is life, shake off this death; Have thy soul feel the universal breath With which all nature's quick, and learn to be Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see ; Break from thy body's grasp, thy spirit's trance; Give thy soul air, thy faculties expanse ; Love, joy, even sorrow-yield thyself to all! They make thy freedom, groveller, not thy thrall! Knock off the shackles which thy spirit bind To dust and sense, and set at large the mind! Then move in sympathy with God's great whole, And be like man at first, a LIVING SOUL.--Dana.

2257. LIFE. Measuring

2259. LIFE. Mockery of

To measure life learn thou betimes, and know, Toward solid good what leads the nearest way.

Milton. They err who measure life by years,

With false or thoughtless tongue; Some hearts grow old before their time;

Others are always young. 'Tis not the number of the lines

On life's fast-filling page, 'Tis not the pulse's added throbs,

Which constitute their age.

Some souls are serfs among the free,

While others nobly thrive ; They stand just where their fathers stood;

Dead, even while they live.

Oh, life and all its charms decay!

Alluring, cheating, on they go;
The stream for ever steals away

In one irrevocable flow;
Its dearest charms, the charms of love,

Are fairest in their bud, and die
Whene'er their tender bloom we move;

We touch the leaves, they wither'd lie. At distance all how gay, how sweet,

A very land of fairy blisses, Where smiles, and tears, and soft words meet,

And willing lips unite in kisses; But when we touch the magic shore,

The glow is gone, the charm is filed; We find the dearest hues it wore

Are but the light around the dead, And cold the hymeneal chain

That binds their cheated hearts in one, And on, with many a step of pain,

Their weary race is sadly run;

Others, all spirit, heart, and sense,

Theirs the mysterious power To live in thrills of joy or woe,

A twelvemonth in an hour !

Seize, then, the minutes as they pass ;

The woof of life is thought ! Warm up the colours ; let them glow

With fire of fancy fraught.

And still as on they plod their way,

They find, as life's gay dreams depart, To close their being's toilsome day, Nought left them but a broken heart.

Percival. 2260. LIFE or Death: alike to the believer.

LORD, it belongs not to my care,

Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share,

And this Thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad,

That I may long obey ; If short, yet why should I be sad

To soar to endless day?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Than He went through before ; He that unto God's kingdom comes,

Must enter by His door.

Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see ;
For if Thy work on earth be sweet,

What will Thy glory be?
Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary sinful days,
And join with the triumphant saints,

Who sing Jehovah's praise. .

Above his head the camel's jaw,
About to seize him as his prize.
Then in the well he cast his eyes;
A dragon on the ground he saw,
That gaped with fearful, yawning jaw,
His prey there ready to devour,
When it should fall into his power.
Thus hovering between the two,
Another evil met his view.
Where in the stony fracture hung
The bush's roots, to which he clung,
He saw two mice within the crack,
The one was white, the other black.
He saw the black one and the white,
How they the roots alternate bite.
They gnaw'd, and pull'd, and dug around,
And tore from off the roots the ground;
When he the crumbling earth espies,
On high the dragon casts his eyes,
To see how soon, with load and all,
The bush, torn by the roots, would fall.
The man with anxious terror quail'd,
Besieged, surrounded, and assail'd,
While on this doleful situation,
Look'd round in vain for his salvation.
And as around he cast his eyes,
A little nodding branch he spies,
With berries ripe, nor did he feign
His lustful longing to restrain.
No more the camel's rage he saw,
Nor in the gulf the dragon's jaw,
No more the mice that gnaw'd the root,
When he beheld the luscious fruit.
He let the camel rage on high,
The dragon watch with lustful eye,
The mice gnaw at the bush's root,
While greedily he seized the fruit.
Right good he deem'd them to appease
His cravings, and he pluck'd at ease,
And thus his fear, his doleful lot,
Were in the juicy sweets forgot.
"Who is the fool,' methinks I hear
Thee ask, “who thus forgets his fear?'
Know, then, O friend, that man art thou !
But take the explanation now :
The dragon lurking on the ground,
Is death's grim yawning gulf profound;
The threat’ning camel standing there,
Is life's anxiety and care.
'Tis you who gasp, 'twixt life and death,
Upon the world's green bush for breath.
The two that, gnawing at the tree,
Shall soon the bush, as well as thee,
Deliver to the dragon's might,
The mice, their names are day and night.

My knowledge of that life is small,

The eye of faith is dim, But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,

And I shall be with him.-Baxter.

2261. LIFE. Parable of

A MAN through Syria's deserts speeding,
His camel by the halter leading,
The beast grew shy, began to rear,
With gestures wild to plunge and tear;
So fearful was his snort and cry,
The driver was obliged to fly.
He ran, and saw a well which lay
By chance before him in the way.
He hears the snorting camel near,
And lost all consciousness in fear.
He plunged not in the shaft, but crept,
And hanging 'neath the brink he kept.
A blackberry bush its bed had found
Within the gaping fissures round;
Hereto the driver firmly clung,
While loud his doleful wailings rung.
He look'd on high, and lo! he saw

Conceal'd, the black one gnaws away

We may behold, without a fear, From evening to the dawn of day,

Death's long and dreary night draw near. The white one gnaws and undermines

Another morn will surely break, From morn until the sun declines.

And all our sleeping dust awake: And 'midst these horrors and alarms

Oh, may we then with joy arise, Thou lustest for the berries' charms,

And meet our Saviour in the skies.- Mrs Loud. Forgetting camel, life's distress, And dragon, death in the abyss,

2265. LIFE. Personal As well as mice, the night and day, And dost alone attention pay

SHALL I be slave to every noble soul; To snatching berries, as they peep

Study the dead, and to their spirits bend; From out the grave's dark fissures deep. Or learn to read my own heart's folded scroll,


And make self-rule my end ? 2262. LIFE. Parting with

Thought from without-oh shall I take on trust, LIFE! I know not what thou art,

And life from others modellid steal or win ; But know that thou and I must part;

Or shall I heave to light and clear of rust And when, or how, or where we met

My true life from within ? I own to me's a secret yet.

Oh, let me be myself! But where, oh, where, Life! we've been long together

Under this heap of precedent, this mound Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Top

Of customs, modes, and maxims, cumbrance rare, 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear

Shall the Myself be found ?
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,

O thou Myself, thy fathers thee debarr'd
Choose thine own time;

None of their wisdom, but their folly came Say not Good Night-but in some brighter clime | Therewith ; they smoothed the path, but made it Bid me Good Morning.–Barbauld.


For thee to quit the same. 2263. LIFE. Perfect

What aileth thee, myself ? Alas! thy hands CIRCLES are praised, not that abound

Are tied with old opinions-heir and son, In largeness, but th' exactly round;

Thou hast inherited thy father's lands So life we praise that does excel

And all his debts thereon.— Jean Ingelow. Not in much time, but acting well.

2266. LIFE. Play of 2264. LIFE. Periods of

All the world's a stage; OUR youth is like the opening day

And all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances ;
As swiftly pass the hours away;
While like the birds on active wing,

And one man, in his time, plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. Unthinkingly we sport and sing.

At first, the infant; Our manhood is the fervid noon

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Its sunny moments pass as soon;

And then the whining school-boy; with his satchel Its brightest hour will soon be o'er,

And shining morning face, creeping like snail, And time once past returns no more.

Unwillingly, to school. And then, the lover; Old age is like the evening grey,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Closing around the traveller's way,

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier ; Who faint and weary seeks the road

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard ; Which leads him to a safe abode.

Jealous in honour; sudden and quick in quarrel ;

Seeking the bubble reputation Morn, noon, and eve will soon be past,

Even in the cannon's mouth. And death's dark night approaches fast ;

And then, the justice; No light can cheer the midnight gloom,

With fair round belly, with good capon lined; Which reigns within the silent tomb.

With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut; Let us improve our life's short day,

Full of wise saws and modern instances ; That when its hours have pass'd away, | And so he plays his part.

High as His throne no wrath of man can shake:

So shall He own thy generous endeavour, And take thee to His conqueror's glory up, When thou hast shared the Saviour's bitter cup.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound,

Last scene of all, That ends this strange, eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Shakespeare. 2267. LIFE. Protracted

Do nought but good; for such the noble strife

Of virtue is, 'gainst wrong to venture love, And for thy foe devote a brother's life,

Content to wait the recompense above; Brave for the truth, to fiercest insult meek, In mercy strong, in vengeance only weak.

Bethune. 2270. LIFE. Purpose in

'ENLARGE my life with multitude of days !'
In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays !
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
That life protracted is protracted woe.- Johnson.

2268. LIFE. Providence in All's for the best ; be sanguine and cheerful;

Trouble and sorrow are friends in disguise ; Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearful ;

Courage for ever is happy and wise All's for the best, if a man would but know it;

Providence wishes us all to be blest ; This is no dream of the pundit or poet;

Heaven is gracious, and, All's for the best.

I live for those who love me,

For those I know are true, For the heaven that smiles above me,

And awaits my spirit too ; For all human ties that bind me, For the task by God assign'd me, For the bright hopes left behind me,

And the good that I can do. I live to learn their story

Who've suffer'd for my sake,
To emulate their glory,

And follow in their wake;
Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages,
The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crowd history's pages

And Time's great volume make.
I live to hail that season,

By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall live by reason

And not alone by gold-
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted

As Eden was of old.

All's for the best ; then fling away terrors ;

Meet all your fears and your foes in the van ; And in the midst of your dangers or errors,

Trust like a child, while you strive like a man. All's for the best ; unbias'd, unbounded,

Providence reigns from the east to the west; And, by both wisdom and mercy surrounded, Hope, and be happy, that All's for the best.

Tupper. 2269. LIFE. Purpose in Live to do good; but not with thought to win

From man return of any kindness done ; Remember Him who died on cross for sin,

The merciful, the meek, rejected One : When He was slain for crime of doing good, Canst thou expect return of gratitude?

Do good to all ; but while thou servest best,

And at thy greatest cost, nerve thee to bear, When thine own heart with anguish is opprest,

The cruel taunt, the cold averted air, From lips which thou hast taught in hope to pray, And eyes whose sorrows thou hast wiped away. Still do thou good; but for His holy sake

Who died for thine ; fixing thy purpose ever

I live to hold communion

With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union

'Twixt nature's heart and mine ;
To profit by affliction,
Reap truths from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,

And fulfil each great design.
I live for those who love me,

For those who know me true,
For the heaven that smiles above me,

And awaits my spirit too;
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the future in the distance,

And the good that I can do.Banks,

2271. LIFE. Quiet

HAPPY the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground, Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire ;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter, fire.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease

Together mix'd ; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please

With meditation.

Trembling I trace my perils o'er

And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charm'd my youth,

Those fancies of my wayward mind,
Those winning dreams of love and truth,

Are vain delusions all, I find.
A double death appals me now;

The one draws near with rapid strides,
The other with his awful brow

Time from eternity divides. Sculpture and painting, rival arts !

Ye can no longer soothe my breast; 'Tis love Divine alone imparts

The promise of a future rest.
On that my trembling soul relies-
My trust the cross, my hope the skies.

Michel Angelo.
Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears,
Fever'd the progress of these years,
Yet now, days, weeks, and months, but seem
The recollection of a dream.-Scott.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown ;

Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.- Pope.

2272. LIFE: reasons for its prolongation.

Not now, my child-a little more rough tossing,

A little longer on the billows' foam ;
A few more journeyings in the desert-darkness,

And then the sunshine of thy Father's home!
Not now for I have wanderers in the distance,

And thou must call them in with patient love ; Not now-for I have sheep upon the mountains,

And thou must follow them where'er they rove. Not now--for I have loved ones sad and weary;

Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow ;

Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while ? Not now—for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding,

And thou must teach those widow'd hearts to sing ; Not now-for orphans' tears are thickly falling;

They must be gather'd 'neath some sheltering wing. Go with the name of Jesus to the dying,

And speak that name in all its living power. Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary?

Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour? One little hour! and then the glorious crowning,

The golden harp-strings, and the victor's palm ; One little hour ! and then the Hallelujah!

Eternity's long, deep thanksgiving psalm !

Who that hath ever been

Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?-

James Montgomery. 2274. LIFE. River of There is a pure and tranquil wave,

That rolls around the throne of love,
Whose waters gladden as they lave

The peaceful shores above.
While streams, which on that tide depend,

Steal from those heavenly shores away,
And on this desert world descend

O'er weary lands to stray; The pilgrim faint, and nigh to sink

Beneath his load of earthly woe, Refresh'd beside their verdant brink,

Rejoices in their flow.-Ball.

2275. LIFE. Rule for the conduct of

COURAGE, brother, do not stumble,

Though thy path be dark as night; There's a star to guide the humble

Trust in God and do the right. Let the road be rough and dreary,

And its end far out of sight, Foot it bravely! strong or weary,

Trust in God and do the right, Perish policy and cunning!

Perish all that fears the light !

2273. LIFE. Retrospect of My feeble bark has reach'd the shore,

And life's tempestuous sea is pass'd;

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