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2255. LIFE. Length of
Live to some purpose ; make thy life
A gift of use to thee:
A heavenly argosy.-Procter.
2258. LIFE. Mental
That life is long which answers life's great end.
All other life is short and vain;
Of living most for heavenly gain.
All else is being Aung away;
Who would lose,
The earth is full of life; the living Hand
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;
In one irrevocable flow;
Are fairest in their bud, and die
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 ;
What will Thy glory be?
And weary sinful days,
Who sing Jehovah's praise. .
Above his head the camel's jaw,
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,
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 ?
O thou Myself, thy fathers thee debarr'd
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 ;
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 !'
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,
And follow in their wake;
And Time's great volume make.
By gifted minds foretold,
And not alone by gold-
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,
'Twixt nature's heart and mine ;
And fulfil each great design.
For those who know me true,
And awaits my spirit too;
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 ;
In winter, fire.
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
Quiet by day,
Together mix'd ; sweet recreation,
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,
Are vain delusions all, I find.
The one draws near with rapid strides,
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.
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 ;
And then the sunshine of thy Father's home!
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?
James Montgomery. 2274. LIFE. River of There is a pure and tranquil wave,
That rolls around the throne of love,
The peaceful shores above.
Steal from those heavenly shores away,
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;