The living forest with Thy whisper thrills, 3598. WORSHIP. Prayer for acceptance of THE glorious hosts of peerless night That ever see Thy face, Thou mak'st the mirrors of Thy light, The vessels of Thy grace; Then when their wondrous strain they weave, Deign thus our praises to receive, Albeit from lips of clay! And yet Thyself they cannot know, Nor pierce the veil of light That hides Thee from the thrones below, As in profoundest night : How then can mortal accents frame Due tribute to the King? Thou only, while we praise Thy name, We built our church; carved were the stones and wood, And priceless was the land on which it stood; And the stern Christ shall say, 'I know them not? 'But this I know, that at your temple gate TRUE faith nor biddeth nor abideth form. The bended knee, the eye uplift, is all Which man need render; all which God can bear. 3601. WORTH: how it is to be measured. THE worth of all men by their end esteem, O Christ, they come to praise Thee! Dost Thou And then due praise, or due reproach, them yield. hear? For Thee the psalm rings out so sweet and clear, O vainest prayer! unheard beyond the skies Shall they have answer, then? Ah, yes! I say 3602. WORTH. Joy in THERE is a joy in worth, Spenser. A high, mysterious, soul-pervading charm, Which, never daunted, ever bright and warm, Mocks at the idle, shadowy ills of earth, Amid the gloom is bright, and tranquil in the storm. It asks, it needs no aid; It makes the proud and lofty soul its throne: No fear to shake, no memory to upbraid, There is no evil to the virtuous brave; Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands: Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honour-men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And scorn his treacherous flatteries without winking; Tall men, sun-crown'd, who live above the fog In public duty, and in private thinkingFor while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps. 3604. WORTH: wins esteem. NOR are we ignorant how noble minds Who's first in worth, the same be first in place. Firm and resolved by sterling worth to gain Oh! wouldst thou set thy rank before thyself? 3605. WRATH. Victims of 'Tis not the want of time, nor means, nor good in tent, That has these millions to perdition sent; Their love of quiet growing stronger;, Still on as silent as a ghost! Seems but a score of days, all told, Since our last New Year's song we troll'd, And to the heart some quakes and aches; 'Old Year, good-bye! Old Year, good-bye!' Prized for its hours of happiness, Nor for its sacred sorrows less; For all it gave through toil and strife Of new significance to life New breadths, new depths, new heights sublime, And, haply, kingship over Time! Accept our thanks, Old Year! for these, And for all precious memories Of love, of grief, of joy, of pain, And so we sadly lay, Old Year! 3608. YEAR. Thanksgiving for a New THANK God, that towards eternity Another step is won! Oh, longing turns my heart to Thee, As time flows slowly on, Thou Fountain whence my life is born, Whence those rich streams of grace are drawn, I count the hours, the days, the years, So glows Thy love within this frame, To be in Thee, and Thou in me, I joy that from Thy love divine And therefore do my thanks o'erflow, And with a heart that may not wait, Toward yonder, distant, golden gate, I journey gladly on. O Jesus! all my soul hath flown For Thou, in whom is love alone, Hast wholly conquer'd me. Farewell, ye phantoms, day and year, Since, Lord, I live in Thee !-A. H. Franche. 3609. YESTERDAY. Lessons of Now shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson; Now can we from that elm-tree's sap distil the wine of Truth. Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core, Eddying in various waves to the red bark's shorelike rim? These be the gathering of yesterdays, present all today; This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid: Seven years agone there was a drought-and the seventh ring is narrow'd; The fifth from hence was half a deluge-the fifth is cellular and broad, Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays, That stamp thy secret soul with marks of weal o woe: Thou art an almanac of self, the living record of thy deeds: Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and aching in their season: Here is a knot-it was a crime; there is a cankerselfishness; Lo! here, the heart-wood rotten; lo, there, perchance, the sap-wood sound. Nature teacheth not in vain; thy works are in thee, of thee; Some present evil bent hath grown of older errors: And what if thou be walking now uprightly? Salve not thy wounds with poison As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday: It is well thou hast life and light; and the Hewer showeth mercy, Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits; But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful belike, and careless, The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the record The feeble wrap the athletic in his shroud; of thy wrong is in thee; And weeping fathers build their children's tomb : For a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yes- Me thine, Narcissa! What though short thy date? terdays of sin, Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures. That, haply, little heeded now, shall blast thy many That life is long which answers life's great end. morrows.-Tupper. 3610. YOUNG. Claims of the GIVE us light amid our darkness; We are willing; we are ready; We would learn, if you would teach; We have hearts that yearn towards duty ; We have minds alive to beauty; Souls that any heights can reach ! Raise us by your Christian knowledge: Let us stamp the age as ours! We shall be what you will make us : Look into our childish faces; See ye not our willing hearts? Only love us, only lead us; And we all will do our parts. We are thousands, many thousands ! 3611. YOUNG. Counsel for the 3612. YOUNG." Death of the Eliza Cook. LIKE other tyrants, Death delights to smite To bid the wretch survive the fortunate; The time that bears no fruit deserves no name. Young. Grieve not that I die young.-Is it not well Ah! who would linger till bright eyes grow dim, Thus would I pass away-yielding my soul Lady Flora Hastings. 3613. YOUNG. Prayer for the BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth And let the seed of sacred truth Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, Ye careless ones, O hear betimes 3614. YOUNG. Prayer of the My Father, the guide of my youth, 3616. YOUTH: and age. AND to say truth, though in its early prime, And if the mist retiring slow, Roll round its wavy white, He thinks the morning vapours hide But when behind the western clouds Sorely along the craggy road His painful footsteps creep, And slow, with many a feeble pause, He labours up the steep. And if the mists of night close round, So cheerfully does youth begin I'd say we suffer and we strive Not less nor more as men than boys; With grizzled beards at forty-five, As erst at twelve in corduroys.-Thackeray. There was a time when meadow, grove, and spring, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparell'd in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore :--Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare: Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth : But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.-Wordsworth. 3617. YOUTH. Aspirations of HIGHER, higher will we climb That our names may live through time Deeper, deeper let us toil Win from school and college: Onward, onward may we press Through the path of duty; Virtue is true happiness, Excellence true beauty. |