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And when, with tears of wonder, she

Look'd up into my face,
I coldly turn'd away mine eyes,

Avoiding her embrace :
Idly I spake of idle doubts,

And many. an idle thing : Ah me! how much of misery

From idle words may spring!

Mid gloomy clouds and rain,

The word 'came back again
Like any bird.
Came back to trouble me;

But not alone;
My winged word had grown
Into a sentence,
And brought repentance
For a spoken thought

That had but wrought
Me misery.
Words are like thistle-seed;

Mind what you sow,
And where your blossoms grow.
When once they've flown
On wings of down,
Across the fertile field,

A harvest they will yield :
The warning heed !-M. A. Kidder.

'Twas over soon, the cause,-not soon

The sad effects pass'd by ;
They rule beneath the winter's sun,

And 'neath the summer's sky!
I sought forgiveness,-she forgave,

But kept the lurking sting :
Alas ! how much of misery

From idle words may spring !

The cruel and the bitter word,

That wounded as it fell,
The chilling want of sympathy,

We feel, but never tell,
The hard repulse that chills the heart

Whose hopes were bounding high,In an unfading record kept,

These things shall never die.

Month after month, year after year,

I strove to win again
The heart an idle word had lost,

But strove, alas ! in vain.
Oh! ye who love, beware lest thorns

Across Love's path ye fling :
Ye little know what misery
From idle words may spring.

Major Calder Campbell.

Let nothing pass ; for every hand

Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love ;

Be firm, and just, and true. So shall a light that cannot fade

Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee, 'These things shall never die!'

All the Year Round.

3560. WORDS. Eloquent That glorious burst of winged words !—how bound

they from his tongue! The full expression of the mighty thought, the

• strong, triumphant argument, The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine, poetic

image, The nice analogy, the clinching fact, the metaphor

bold and free, The grasp of concentrated intellect wielding the om

nipotence of truth.— Tupper.

The strongest love hath yet, at times,

A weakness in its power; And latent sickness often sends

The madness of an hour !
To her I loved, in bitterness

I said a cruel thing:
Ah me! how much of misery

From idle words may spring !
I loved her then, I love her still;

But there was in my blood
A growing fever, that did give

Its frenzy to my mood ;
I sneer'd because another's sneers

Had power my heart to wring :
Ah me! how much of misery

From idle words may spring!

3561. WORDS : expressions of thought.
Words are the soul's embassadors, who go
Abroad upon her errands to and fro;
They are the sole expounders of the mind,
And correspondence keep 'twixt all mankind.
They are those airy keys that ope (and wrest
Sometimes) the locks and hinges of the breast.
By them the heart makes sallies : wit and sense
Belong to them : they are the quintessence
Of those ideas which the thoughts distil,
And so calcine and melt again, until
They drop forth into accents ; in whom lies
The salt of fancy, and all faculties. Howell.

Words are the notes of thought, and nothing more. False eloquence, like the prismatic glass,
Words are like sea-shells on the shore: they show | Its gaudy colours spreads on every place;
Where the mind ends, and not how far it has been The face of nature we no more survey,
Let every thought, too, soldier-like, be stripp'd, All glares alike, without distinction gay;
And roughly looked over.- Bailey.

But true expression, like the unchanging sun,
A mist of words,

Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ;
Like haloes round the moon, though they enlarge

It gilds all objects, but it alters none. The seeming size of thoughts, make the light less

Expression is the dress of thought, and still doubly.

Appears more decent as more suitable : It is the thought writ down we want,

A vile conceit in pompous words expressid, Not its effect, -not likenesses of likenesses ;

Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd : And such descriptions are not, more than gloves

For different styles with different subjects sort, Instead of hands to shake, enough for us.-Bailey.

As several garbs, with country, town, and court.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; 3562. WORDS. Kind

Alike fantastic, if too new or old :
Nay, speak no ill; a kindly word

Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Can never leave a sting behind;

Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. -Pope
And, oh, to breathe each tale we've heard
Is far beneath a noble mind;

3565. WORDS. Weakness of
For oft a better seed is sown

WHERE deeds pull down, words can repair no faith. By choosing thus a kinder plan;

Chapman, For if but little good we've known,

3566. WORK. Blessedness of
Let's speak of all the good we can.

DANGER lies in idly living,
Give me the heart that fain would hide,

Health in labour freely done;
Would fain another's fault efface :

Sweat of toil is honour-giving
How can it please our human pride

To the brow, at set of sun.
To prove humanity but base ?
No ! let it reach a higher mode,

Know'st thou not, whate'er the ending,
A nobler estimate of man :

Whether failure or success,
Be earnest in the search of good,

That God's favour, still attending,
And speak of all the best we can.

All good deeds of thine will bless?

Then speak no ill, but lenient be

3567. WORK. Christian
To others' feelings as your own;
If you're the first a fault to see,

IN His furrow'd fields around us
Be not the first to make it known.

God has work for all who will :
For life is but a passing flood;

Those who may not scatter broadcast,
No lip can tell how brief the stay :

Yet may plant it hill by hill.
De earnest in the search of good,

Learning hearts are often near us,
And speak of all the best we may,

Conscious of their spirit-need :

These are hills prepared by Heaven 3563. WORDS: real character.

To receive the precious seed. 'Tis only man can words create,

Shall we find these hills, and plant them? And cut the air to sounds articulate

Shall we scatter when we may ?
By nature's special charter. Nay, speech can

Or with idle hands stand waiting
Make a shrewd discrepance 'twixt man and man:
It doth the gentleman from clown discover;

Till the seed-time pass away?
And from a fool the grave philosopher ;

Glory waits the faithful workmen As Solon said to one in judgment weak,

Who perform their Master's will:
I thought thee wise until I heard thee speak.

Then, O Christians! will ye weary
James Howel.

Of this planting hill by hill ? 3564. WORDS. Use of

Soon life's spring-time will be over, Words are like leaves; and where they most

And its autumn days will come : abound,

Happy then will be those workmen Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Who have sheaves to carry home. -Allis,

3568. WORK. Hopeless

Labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull, unAll nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair,

varied round, The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing,

Year after year, unto death; yea, what a weariness And winter, slumbering in the open air,

is it! Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring ;

Labour, for the pale-faced scribe, drudging at his And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,

hated desk, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,

of health ; Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes Bloom, O ye amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, I are ventured on the sea ; For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsible With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll.

in his gains; And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? | Labour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,

will thee wealth ; And hope without an object cannot live.-Coleridge. Labour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth

falleth from a father ; 3569. WORK: necessary as well as prayer. Labour, unto all, whether aching thews, or aching ONE pleasant spring morning on nothing intent,

head, or spiritBut following fancy wherever it went,

The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is As clang of an anvil rang out on the air

labour. I paused by a smithy, smoke-blacken'd, and where

Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessThe brawny-arm'd blacksmith, with blows fast and

ing : strong,

The thought of duty sweeteneth toil, and travail is a Was pounding out horse - shoes and singing this

pleasure ; song:

And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not “Bread and butter, potatoes and meat,

for the idle ;

The hardship is transmuted into joy, by the dear Shoes and stockings for six little feet;

alchemy of mercy; House and home from mortgages free,

Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to Come, old anvil, give these to me.'

conquest, And the ring of the anvil seem'd to say :

And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself 'Tis wisdom to work as well as to pray;

useless; And prayer that comes with work at its side For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty Is never in heaven or earth denied.'

hinges, And the blows fell faster and faster still,

And the grasp of the mind is weaken'd, as the talons And the sparks flew farther and farther, till,

of a caged vulture. -- Tupper. Like rainbow of fire, the very air Seem'd full of promise to hear the prayer.

3571. WORKERS. Encouragement for Chris

tian The music of hammer and words of song Rang out in the morning air hearty and strong;

Sow in the morn thy seed, Keeping time together, the arm that swung

At eve hold not thine hand; The hammer to strike, and the heart that sung,

To doubt and fear give thou no heed, And neither was still a moment before

Broad-cast it o'er the land. The smoking horse-shoe rollid on the floor.

Beside all waters sow, Mid shower of fire and rain of sweat

The highway furrows stock ; The brawny blacksmith is toiling yet ;

Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, But he taught a lesson for all, that day,

Scatter it on the rock. How to work with the hammer as well as to pray.


The good, the fruitful ground, 3570. WORK : universal.

Expect not everywhere;

O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found; No gain, but by its price ; labour, for the poor man's

Go forth then everywhere. meal, Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel Thou know'st not which may thrive, for his hunger;

The late or early sown ;

Grace keeps the precious germ alive,

O! it is beautiful to see this world,
When and wherever strown;

Poised in the crystal air, with all its seas,

Mountains, and plains, majestically rolling
And duly shall appear,

Around its noiseless axis, day by day,
In verdure, beauty, strength,

And year by year, and century after century;
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,

And as it turns, still wheeling through the immense And the full corn at length.

Of ether, circling the resplendent sun
Thou canst not toil in vain;

In calm and simple grandeur.--Atherstone.
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,

Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth Shall foster and mature the grain,

In her fair page; see, every season brings
For garners in the sky.

New change to her, of everlasting youth;
Thence, when the glorious end,

Still the green soil with joyous living things The day of God is come,

Swarms, the wide air is full of joyous wings, The angel reapers shall descend,

And myriads still are happy in the sleep
And Heaven cry, 'Harvest home.'

Of ocean’s azure gulfs.—Bryant.

God's world is bathed in beauty, 3572. WORLD: a masquerade.

God's world is steep'd in light;

It is the self-same glory The world is a great dance, in which we find

· That makes the day so bright, The good and bad have various turns assign'd;

Which thrills the earth with music,
But when they've ended the great masquerade,
One goes to glory, the other to a shade.-Crowne.

Or hangs the stars in night.

Hid in earth's mines of silver, 3573. WORLD: accursed.

Floating on clouds above,

Ringing in autumn's tempest, 'Tis the most certain sign the world's accurst,

Murmur'd by every dove,
That the best things corrupted are the worst.

One thought fills God's creation-

His own great name of Love! 3574. WORLD. Beauty of the

In God's world strength is lovely, WHEN God the new-made world survey'd,

And so is beauty strong, His word pronounced the building good;

And light-God's glorious shadowSunbeams and light the heavens array'd,

To both great gifts belong; And the whole earth was crown'd with food.

And they all meet in sweetness, Colours that charm and ease the eye,

And fill the earth with song. His pencil spread all nature round;

God's world has one great echo, With pleasing blue He arch'd the sky,

Whether calm blue mists are curld, And a green carpet dress'd the ground.

Or lingering dew-drops quiver, Let envious atheists ne'er complain

Or red storms are unfurl'd; That Nature wants or skill or care ;

The same deep love is throbbing But turn their eyes all round in vain,

Through the great heart of God's world. To avoid their Maker's goodness there.

Watts. 3575. WORLD. Different views of the

Beautiful! 'Tis a very good world that we live in How beautiful is all this visible world!

To lend, or to spend, or to give in; How glorious in its action and itself!

But to borrow or beg, or get a man's own, But we who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,

'Tis the very worst world, sir, that ever was known. Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

Old Song To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make I've tried this world in all its changes, A conflict of its elements, and breathe

States, and conditions ; have been great and happy, The breath of degradation and of pride,

Wretched and low, and pass'd through all its stages Contending with low wants and lofty will,

And oh! believe me, who have known it best, Till our mortality predominates,

It is not worth the bustle that it costs; And men are—what they name not to themselves, 'Tis but a medley, all of idle hopes, And trust not to each other.-Byron.

And abject childish fears-Madde.

Cease, oh, cease thy vain desirings,

Only seek thy Father's will. Leave behind thy faithless sorrow

And thine every anxious care : He who only knows the morrow Can for thee its burden bear.

Frances Ridley Havergal. 3579. WORLD: full of peril. ALAS ! the world is full of peril !

The path that runs through the fairest meads, On the sunniest side of the valley, leads Into a region bleak and sterile !- Longfellow.

Ah, world unknown ! how charming is thy view,
Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new!
Ah, world experienced ! what of thee is told ?
How few thy pleasures, and those few how old !

Crabbe. Talk who will of the world as a desert of thrall,

Yet, yet there is bloom on the waste;
Though the chalice of life hath its acid and gall,

There are honey-drops, too, for the taste.
We murmur and droop should a sorrow-cloud stay,
· And note all the shades of our lot ;
But the rich rays of sunshine that brighten our way,

Are bask'd in, enjoy'd, and forgot.
Those who look on mortality's ocean aright,

Will not mourn o'er each billow that rolls ;
But dwell on the beauties, the glories, the might,
As much as the shipwrecks and shoals.

Eliza Cook. 3576. WORLD. False confidence of the

Let the world be told She boasts a confidence she does not hold; That, conscious of her crimes, she feels instead A cold misgiving and a killing dread; That while in health the ground of her support Is madly to forget that life is short; That sick she trembles, knowing she must die, Her hope presumption, and her faith a lie.

Cowper. 3577. WORLD. Flavour of the

3580. WORLD: hollow.

The world is just as hollow as an egg-shell ;
It is a surface, not a solid round;
And all this boasted knowledge of the world
To me seems but to mean acquaintance with
Low things, or evil, or indifferent. -Bailey,

3581. WORLD : illusory.

BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
The world to our unpractised hearts

A flattering prospect shows;
Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Of gay delights, and golden dreams,

And undisturb'd repose.
So in the desert's dreary waste,
By magic power produced in haste

(As ancient fables say),
Castles, and groves, and music sweet,
The senses of the traveller meet,

And stop him in his way.
But while he listens with surprise,
The charm dissolves, the vision dies;

'Twas but enchanted ground:
Thus, if the Lord our spirit touch,
The world, which promised us so much,

A wilderness is found.

IN Shiraz grows a tree, within the Sultan's bower, Which bears an apple one-half sweet, and one-half

sour. Ah! such an apple is the world. How sweet it

tastes In joy! how sour when turning round to grief it

hastes. -Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.

3578. WORLD. Freedom from the

WHEN the world's up, and every swarm abroad,

Keep well thy temper, mix not with each fray; Despatch necessities ; life hath a load

Which must be carried on, and safely may; Yet keep those cares without thee : let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the better part.

Leave behind earth's empty pleasure,

Fleeting hope, and changeful love;
Leave its soon-corroding treasure :

There are better things above.
Leave, ah, leave thy fond aspirings,'

Bid thy restless heart be still;

At first we start, and feel distressid,
Convinced we never can have rest

In such a wretched place;
But He whose mercy breaks the charm
Reveals His own almighty arm,

And bids us seek His face.

Then we begin to live indeed,
When, from our sin and bondage freed

By this beloved Friend,
We follow Him from day to day,
Assured of grace through all the way,

And glory at the end.—Cowper.

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