Pleased with the passage, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers which we cannot shun. Dryden. O fatal beauty! why art thou bestow'd Patterson. 280. BEAUTY: its power. NOUGHT under heaven so strongly doth allure The sense of man, and all his mind possess, As beauty's lovely bait, that doth procure Great warriors oft their rigour to repress; And mighty hands forget their manliness, Drawn with the power of an heart-robbing eye, And wrapt in fetters of a golden tress, That can with melting pleasaunce mollify Their harden'd hearts, inured to blood and cruelty. 281. BEAUTY. Joy of A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Spenser. 285. BEAUTY. Realm of FOR beauty hideth everywhere, that Reason's child may seek her, And having found the gem of price, may set it in God's crown. There is beauty in the rolling clouds, and placid shingle beach, In feathery snows and whistling winds, and dun electric skies; There is beauty in the rounded woods, dank with heavy foliage, In laughing fields, and dinted hills, the valley and its lake; There is beauty in the gullies, beauty on the cliffs, beauty in sun and shade, In rocks and rivers, seas and plains,-the earth is drown'd in beauty.-Tupper. 286. BEAUTY. Truth and THUS was Beauty sent from heaven, The lovely mistress of Truth and Good In this dark world; for Truth and Good are one And Beauty dwells in them, and they in her, Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. With like participation. Wherefore, then, O sons of earth, would ye dissolve the tie? 287. BEAUTY: typical. BEAUTY was lent to nature as the type 288. BEAUTY: unadorned. A NATIVE grace Sat fair proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, 289. BEAUTY. Youthful Lo! when the buds expand, the leaves are green, Then the first opening of the flower is seen; Then come the honey'd breath and rosy smile, 290. BENEFICENCE. Example of THE pilgrim and stranger, who, through the day, For gifts, in His name, of food and rest, Whittier. 291. BENEFICENCE. Monument of But clear and artless, pouring through the plain He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state, B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, This man possess'd-five hundred pounds a year. Blush, grandeur, blush; proud courts, withdraw your blaze! Ye little stars, hide your diminish'd rays! B. And what! no monument, inscription, stone? His race, his form, his name, almost unknown? P. Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name: Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history; Enough that virtue fill'd the space between, Proved by the ends of being to have been.-Pope. 292. BETHESDA. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Waiting to hear the rustling wing Its virtue to that holy spring, The bitter sigh of hope deferr'd; Bethesda's pool has lost its power! Which with its healing waters went : Saviour, Thy love is still the same As when that healing word was spoke; Still in Thine all-redeeming name Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke! Oh, be that power, that love, display'd; Help those whom Thou alone canst aid! Bernard Barton 293 BEREAVED. Comfort for the WHO weeps when love, a cradled babe, is born? 294. BEREAVED. Comfort for the 'DEAD!' are the tidings on this side; 'Born!' is the joyful word they speak, Who press around with eager looks, To welcome the dear ones that we seek. Is the corn dead, that lies awhile In summer sun and summer storm? Nay, rather it is gathering life For larger use and lovelier form. Oh, watch not with your tearful eyes The green mounds where your darlings sleep; If you could pierce through death's disguise, Believe me, you would never weep. Mrs M. F. Butts. 295. BEREAVED. Counsel for the THE voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day,Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen ; But what I once enjoy'd in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. All earthly comforts vanish thus ; So little hold of them have we, That we from them, or they from us, May in a moment ravish'd be. Yet we are neither just nor wise If present mercies we despise ; Or mind not how there may be made A thankful use of what we had. George Wither. 296. BEREAVEMENT. Benefit of OUR dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, 297. BEREAVEMENT. God's purpose in AFTER our child's untroubled breath And friends came round with us to weep 'They, in the valley's sheltering care, Soon crop the meadow's tender prime, And, when the sod grows brown and bare, The shepherd strives to make them climb 'To airy shelves of pastures green That hang along the mountain's side, Where grass and flowers together lean, And down through mist the sunbeams slide. 'Till in his arms their lambs he takes, More dewy soft than lowland mead, Blew on me as the south-wind free A blissful vision through the night Holding our little lamb asleep; And like the burden of the sea Sounded that voice along the deep, Saying, 'Arise, and follow me.' Maria Lowell. 298. BEREAVEMENT. God's purpose in THE faithful Alpine shepherd tends his flocks, By night as well as day, Lest from the fold should stray, The lambs, that only live By care his loving hand alone can give. From field to field, where greenest turf is found, Where coolest waters flow, To crop the herbage that his zeal has won. From cliff to cliff they scale the giddy height,- Safety and plenty in his rugged face. Should any timorous grow, in heart or limb, The summit fail to dare,- He takes the lambs, and thus the sheep are led. So when the Shepherd saw us weary grow, And make our timorous plaint,- He took our lamb to everlasting rest. But our great loss may prove eternal gain : With children's feet aglow, Are easier of ascent The Shepherd leads in love: we rest content. L. S. Upham. 299. BEREAVEMENT. Lessons of THERE is no flock, however watch'd and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of farewells to the dying, The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions We see but dimly through the mists and vapours; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death! What seems so is transition: This life of mortal breath, Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead-the child of our affection- Where she no longer needs our poor protection, In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, Then in a moment we discern And when He us His beauteous garden shows, 301. BEREAVEMENT: should not inspire bitter grief. SHALL the seasons bring no end to your sorrow, O my friend, As you journey on your way? And your bitterness of grief find no comfort, no relief, Shall it thus confuse your mind, till no outlet you From a labyrinth of woe; That your daughter sleeps in peace, where earthly trials cease, And where we all must go? If, in answer to your prayer, she had gone with snowy hair, And bent with age, above, Would the angels come to meet her with welcome any sweeter Than their present tones of love? WHEN Some belovèds, 'neath whose eyelids lay 'Is God less God, that thou art mortal sad? To smite? What can he, but with sobbing breath '303. BEREAVEMENT. Solace in BUT God gives patience, Love learns strength, And Hope itself can smile at length On other hopes gone from us. Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death, Renouncing, yet victorious. Arms, empty of her child, she lifts With spirit unbereaven,- My Lily's mine in heaven!'-E. B. Browning. 304. BEREAVEMENT. Submission in I MURMUR not, Father, my will is with Thee : 305. BEREAVEMENTS; not to be forgotten. It is nature's law, I know, that when our darlings go For life is one, and in its warp and woof But because their life has gone, to cast away our own There runs a thread of gold that glitters fair, |