Speak gently, kindly, to the poor, Speak gently! He who gave His life Said to them, 'Peace, be still!' Dropp'd in the heart's deep well; And the deep silence which subdues the breath As sleep upon the pulses of a child. 'Twas the last watch of night. Gethsemane, Let this cup pass from Me.' Oh, how a word, The Saviour felt its quiet in His soul; Which led Him on till now was sorely dim, He breathed a new submission-'Not my will, His hands are clasp'd, His eyes are raised in prayer- But Thine, be done, O Father!' As He spoke, Who calm'd the tempest, and who raised the dead? It could not pass away-for He alone Voices were heard in heaven, and music stole 1468. GETHSEMANE. Lesson of WOULDST thou learn the depth of sin, Come, poor sinner, come with me; Visit sad Gethsemane. Wouldst thou know God's wondrous love? Seek it not beside the throne; List not angels' praise above, But come and hear the heavy groan By the Godhead heaved for thee, Sinner, in Gethsemane. When His tears and bloody sweat, When His passion and His prayer, When His pangs on Olivet, Wake within thee thoughts of careRemember, sinner, 'twas for thee He suffer'd in Gethsemane ! Hate the sin that cost so dear; Love the God that loved thee so; Weep if thou wilt, but likewise fear To bid that fountain freshly flow, That gush'd so freely once for thee In sorrowful Gethsemane.-Monsell. 1469. GETHSEMANE. View of BRING the thrilling scene Home to my inmost soul:-the sufferer's cry, Take Thou away. Yet not My will, but Thine:' 1470. GIFTS. Influence of Mrs Sigourney. POLICY Counselleth a gift, given wisely and in season, And policy afterwards approveth it, for great is the influence of gifts. The lover unsmiled before, is welcomed for his jewell'd bauble: The righteous cause without a fee must yield to bounteous guilt. How fair is a man in thine esteem whose just dis crimination seeketh thee, And so, discerning merit, honoureth it with gifts! Yea, let the cause appear sufficient, and the motive clear and unsuspicious, As given unto one who cannot help, or proving honest thanks. There liveth not one among a million who is proof against the charm of liberality, And flattery, that boon of praise, hath power with the wisest.-Tupper. 1471. GIFTS: may be rendered valueless. Hamlet. I never gave you aught. Ophelia. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you did; And with them, words of so sweet breath composed 1472. GIFTS. Spiritual COULD I command with voice or pen A tinkling cymbal, sounding brass, Could I the martyr's flame endure, Give all my goods to feed the poor; Had I the faith from Alpine steep Could I behold with prescient eye Charity suffers long, is kind, She hopes, believes, and envies not, The tongues of teachers shall be dumb, James Montgomery. 1473. GIVING. Analogies of GIVE! as the morning that flows out of heaven; Give! as the waves when their channel is riven; Give! as the free air and sunshine are given; Lavishly, utterly, joyfully give : Not the waste drops of thy cup overflowing, Not the faint sparks of thy hearth ever glowing, Not a pale bud from the June roses blowing; Give, as He gave thee, who gave thee to live. Pour out thy love, like the rush of a river, 1474. GIVING. Grounds for BUT what or who are we, alas! That we in giving are so free? Thine own before our offering was, And all we have we have from Thee. For we are guests and strangers here, As were our fathers in Thy sight; Our days but shadow-like appear, And suddenly they take their flight. 1475. GIVING: must be performed discreetly. YET once more, heed thou this: give to the poor discreetly, Nor suffer idle sloth to lean upon thy charitable arm: To diligence give, as to an equal, on just and fit occasion; Or he bartereth his hard-earned self-reliance for the casual lottery of gifts. The timely loan hath added nerve, where easy liber ality would palsy ; Work and wages make a light heart; but the mendicant asketh with a heavy spirit. A man's own self-respect is worth unto him more than money, And evil is the charity that humbleth, and maketh man less happy.-Tupper. 1476. GIVING. Reward of SEE the rivers flowing Or, if need be, showers Feed them from the skies. Watch the princely flowers Their rich fragrance spread, Load the air with perfumes From their beauty shed; Yet their lavish spending Leaves them not in dearth, With fresh life replenish'd By their mother earth. Give thy heart's best treasures! Wait not a return. And the more thou spendest With a double bounty, God will give thee more. Adelaide Anne Procter. 1477. GIVING: the condition of getting. A BEGGAR ask'd an alms One day at an abbey-door, Said Luther; but seized with qualms, 'Poor, who had plenty once When gifts fell thick as rain: But they give us nought for nonce, And how should we give again?' Then the beggar, 'See your sins! Ye had brothers for inmates, twins, 'While Date was in good case No wonder if Date rue. 'Would ye retrieve the one? Try and make plump the other! When Date's penance is done, Dabitur helps his brother. 'Only, beware relapse!' The Abbot hung his head. 'This beggar might be, perhaps, An angel,' Luther said.-Browning. 1478. GLORY: brings little happiness. Who pants for glory finds but short repose, Think ye the notes of holy song On Milton's tuneful ear have died? Think ye that Raphael's angel throng Has vanish'd from his side? Oh, no! we live our life again; Or warmly touch'd, or coldly dim, The pictures of the past remain Man's works shall follow him!- Whittier. 1440. FUTURE. The: hidden from us. WHAT though before me it is dark, Too dark for me to see? I ask but light for one step more ; Each little, humble step I take, And if sometimes the mist hangs close, So close I fear to stray, Patient I wait a little while, And soon it clears away. I would not see my further path, My present steps might harder be It may be that my path is rough, Thorny, and hard, and steep; And knowing this, my strength might fail Through fear and terror deep. It may be that it winds along A smooth and flowery way; But seeing this I might despise The journey of to-day. Perhaps my path is very short, My journey nearly done, Of ending it so soon. Or, if I saw a weary length Of road that I must wend, Fainting, I'd think, 'My feeble powers Will fail me ere the end.' And so I do not wish to see My journey or its length; Each step will bring its strength. Wretched were life if he foreknew his doom ; Even joys foreseen give pleasing hope no room, And griefs assured are felt before they come. Dryden. 1443. FUTURE. The what it has in store for us. WHAT then? Why, then another pilgrim song; And then a brook, just where it most is wanted. What then? The pitching of the evening tent; And then, perchance, a pillow rough and thorny ; And then some sweet and tender message, sent To cheer the faint one for to-morrow's journey. What then? The wailing of the midnight wind, A feverish sleep, a heart oppress'd and aching; And then a little water-cruse to find Close by my pillow, ready for my waking. What then? I am not careful to inquire; I know there will be tears, and fears, and sorrow; And then, a loving Saviour drawing nigher, What then? For all my sins His pardoning grace; And Christ's own hand to lead me in my blindness. What then? A shadowy valley, lone and dim; Jane Crewdson. 1444. FUTURE. The Christian's AFTER the Christian's tears, After his weary cross, Oh! then-a holy calm, After this holy calm, Oh! then-work for Him, Then Jesus' presence near, |