3238. SUBMISSION. Declaration of

SINCE 'tis Thy sentence I should part With the most precious treasure of my heart, I freely that and more resign,

My heart itself, as its delight is Thine;

My little all I give to Thee,

Thou gav'st a greater gift, Thy Son, to me.

Take all, great God, I will not grieve,
But still will wish that I had still to give;
I hear Thy voice, Thou bid'st me quit
My paradise; I bless and do submit ;
I will not murmur at Thy word,

Nor beg Thy angel to sheathe up his sword.
Norris.

3239. SUBMISSION. Entire

GOD's ways are not as our ways, His thoughts are not as ours;

He wounds us sore with cruel thorns, where we have stoop'd for flowers;

But oh! 'tis from the oft-pierced heart those precious drops distil,

That many a life, else all unblest, with healing balm shall fill:

Then teach us still to smile, O Lord! though sharp the stones may be,

Remembering that they bring us near to Thee, dear Lord, to Thee!

3240. SUBMISSION. Example of

CHRIST had His sorrows-so must thou,
If thou wilt tread the path He trod-
Oh then, like Him, submissive bow,
And own the sovereignty of God.

3241. SUBMISSION. tested.

WHEN, blooming with the strength and pride of youth,

Crown'd with Health's chaplet, mind and heart aglow

With strong desire to serve my Lord, to sow Broadcast about my path rich seeds of truth, And crush the evils which, with pois'nous tooth, Lurk'd, ready for the spring and fatal blow, Beside the paths where men walk'd to and fro, I said, 'I can be anything, in sooth,

For Christ.' And now the dear Lord testeth me. Shorn of my strength by dread disease, I find I must be laid aside, while others bind

The sheaves and sow the seed, content to be Nothing. Lord, I am in Thy hands. For Thee Nothing or anything I'll be,-resign'd.-Burr.

3242. SUCCESS: cannot be commanded.
'Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we'll do more, Sempronius,—we'll deserve it.
Addison.

Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit;
For, whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row, we're steer'd by fate.
Butler.

3243. SUCCESS: not essential to happiness. WHAT most of all to real happiness

Is this to think upon and recollect

Man judgeth man in ignorance, he seeth but in part; Our trust is in our Maker, God, Who searcheth every heart;

Not that in which we have succeeded best.

Then great the triumph-passing great the joy

Of looking back upon the battle-field,-
Upon the mortal combat which we fought,
By help from One to whom we bow'd our will,
Content to have those very wishes cross'd
Which we had fondly deem'd our best, nor seek
To question, or to know the hidden cause
Of failure-no! nor murmur in our hearts
(Though oft thereto inclining sinfully)
At obstacles most useless in our eyes.

Lady Chatterton.

3244. SUCCESS: Nothing succeeds like suc

cess.'

VIRTUE without success

Is a fair picture shown by an ill light;
But lucky men are favourites of Heaven:

All own the chief when fortune owns the cause.
Dryden.

Had I miscarried, I had been a villain;
For men judge actions always by events:
But when we manage by a just foresight,
Success is prudence, and possession right.
Higgons.

It is success that colours all in life:
Success makes fools admired, makes villains honest,
All the proud virtue of this vaunting world
Fawns on success and power, howe'er acquired.

Now in frail bark, and on the storm-toss'd wave,
Doth this, my life, approach the common port,
Whither all haste to render up account
Of every act-the erring and the just.
Wherefore I now do see, that by the love
Which render'd Art mine idol and my Lord
I did much err. Vain are the loves of man,
And error lurks within his very thought.
Light hours of this my life, where are ye now,
When towards a twofold death my foot draws near?
The one well-known, the other threatening loud.
Not the erst-worshipp'd Art can now give peace
To him whose soul turns to that love Divine,
Whose arms shall lift him from the Cross to Heaven.
Michael Angelo.

3246. SUFFERING. Appointment of

SUFFERING is the work now sent;
Nothing can I do but lie
Suffering as the hours go by:
All my powers to this are bent.
Suffering is my gain; I bow

To my heavenly Father's will,
And receive it hush'd and still.
Suffering is my worship now.

3247. SUFFERING. Fruits of
MOST wretched men

Are cradled into poetry by wrong;
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Shelley.
Cast off the weakness of regret, and gird thee to re-
deem thy loss;

Thou hast gain'd, in the furnace of affliction, selfknowledge, patience, and humility,

And these be as precious ore, that waiteth the skill of the coiner;

Despise not the blessings of adversity nor the gain

thou hast earn'd so hardly,

And now thou hast drain'd the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the sweet.-Tupper.

The hour of anguish passes by;
But in the spirit there remains
The outgrowth of its agony,

The compensation of its pains.
In meekness, which suspects no wrong,
In patience, which endures control,
In faith, which makes the spirit strong,
In peace and purity of soul.-Upham.

3248. SUFFERING. Influence of

SUFFERING curbs our wayward passions, Child-like tempers in us fashions,

And our will to His subdues: Thus His hand, so soft and healing, Each disorder'd power and feeling,

By a blessed change renews.

Suffering keeps the thoughts compacted, That the soul be not distracted

By the world's beguiling art; "Tis like some angelic warder Ever keeping sacred order

In the chambers of the heart.

Suffering tunes the heart's emotion
To eternity's devotion,

And awakes a fond desire

For the land where psalms are ringing,
And with psalms the martyrs singing
Sweetly to the harpers' choir.-Hartmann.

3249. SUFFERING. Intense

LIGHT sufferings give us leisure to complain;
We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain.
Dryden.

3250. SUFFERING. Lesson for the
OH learn one truth, in all its fair completeness!
A sorrow's crown of thorns, if worn aright,
With calm humility and patient sweetness,
Becomes a crown of light!

Each suffering heart by hope most unbefriended,
Should feel that if its faith to God be given,
When love and fortitude are closest blended,
It then is nearest Heaven!

And every new brave smile our lips shall render

When human pain's worst, weariest ways are trod, Adds one fresh plume to those white wings of splendour

Wherewith we shall meet God !—E. J. L.

T'oppose against mishap, but loss of life; Which is to fly, and not to conquer it.—Jonson.

When affliction thunders o'er our roofs;
To hide our heads, and run into our graves,
Shows us no men, but makes us fortune's slaves.
Jonson.
He

That kills himself t' avoid misery, fears it,
And at the best shows but a bastard valour.
This life's a fort committed to my trust,
Which I must not yield up, till it be forced;
Nor will I he's not valiant that dares die;
But he that boldly bears calamity.—Massinger.

Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy, rush
On voluntary death: the wise, the brave,
When the fierce storms of fortune round 'em roar,
Combat the billows with redoubled force:
Then, if they perish ere the port is gain'd,
They sink with decent pride; and from the deep
Honour retrieves them bright as rising stars.

Fenton.

Our time is set and fix'd; our days are told;
And no man knows the limit of his life;
This minute may be mine, the next another's;
But still all mortals ought to wait the summons,
And not usurp on the decrees of fate,
By hastening their own ends.-Smith.

Fool! I mean not

That poor-soul'd piece of heroism, self-slaughter:
Oh no! the miserablest day we live
There's many a better thing to do than die!

Darley.

Venture not rashly on an unknown being:
E'en the most perfect shun the brink of death,
And shudder at the prospect of futurity.—Savage.

Take heed

How you do threaten Heaven by menacing
Yourself; as we have no authority
To take away the being of another whom
Our pride contemns, so we have less t' annihilate
Our own when it is fallen in our dislike.

Davenant.

Death may be call'd in vain, and cannot come;
Tyrants may tie him up from your relief;
Nor has a Christian privilege to die.
Brutus and Cato might discharge their souls,
And give them furloughs for another world,
But we, like sentries, are obliged to stand
In starless nights, and wait th' appointed hour.
Dryden.

When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
Sewell.

Our time is fix'd, and all our days are number'd;
How long, how short, we know not: this we know,
Duty requires we calmly wait the summons,
Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.
Like sentries that must keep their destined stand,
And wait the appointed hour, till they're relieved,
Those only are the brave who keep their ground,
And keep it to the last. To run away

Is but a coward's trick: to run away
From this world's ill, that at the very worst
Will soon blow o'er, thinking to mend ourselves
By boldly venturing on a world unknown,
And plunging headlong in the dark! 'tis mad!
No frenzy half so desperate as this.-Blair.

If there be an hereafter,
And that there is, conscience, uninfluenced
And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man,
Then must it be an awful thing to die;
More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.
3254 SUN. The

Blair.

THE self-same sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
Looks on both alike.-Shakespeare.

Then, higher, on the glittering sun I gazed,

Whose beams were shaded by the leavie tree;
The more I look'd, the more I grew amazed,
And softly said, What glory's like to thee?
Soule of this world, this Universe's eye,
No wonder some made thee a deity;

Had I not better known (alas), the same had I.

Thou as a bridegroom from thy chamber rushest,
And as a strong man joyes to run a race;
The morn doth usher thee, with smiles and blushes,
The earth reflects her glances in thy face;
Birds, insects, animals, with vegetive,
Thy heat from death and dulness doth revive:
And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive.

Thy swift annual and diurnal course,

Thy daily straight and yearly oblique path, Thy pleasing fervour and thy scorching force, All mortals here the feeling knowledge hath. Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night; Quaternal seasons caused by thy might : Hail, creature, full of sweetness, beauty, and delight!

Art thou so full of glory, that no eye

Hath strength thy shining rayes once to behold? And is thy splendid throne erect so high

As to approach it can no earthly mould?

How full of glory then must thy Creator be,
Who gave this bright light lustre unto thee!
Admired, adored for ever, be that Majesty!
Anne Bradstreet.

I marvel not, O Sun! that unto thee
In adoration man should bow the knee
And pour the prayer of mingled awe and love;
For like a god thou art, and on thy way
Of glory sheddest, with benignant ray,
Beauty, and life, and joyance from above.

Southey.

Blest power of sunshine! genial day!
What balm, what life, are in thy ray!
To feel thee is such real bliss,
That had the world no joy but this,
To sit in sunshine calm and sweet,
It were a world too exquisite
For man to leave it for the gloom,
The deep cold shadow, of the tomb.-Moore.

3255. SUNDAY. Pre-eminence of the

O DAY most calm, most bright, The fruit of this, the next world's bud, The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood;

The couch of time, care's balm and bay! The week were dark, but for thy light! Thy torch doth show the way.

The other days and thou Make up one man; whose face thou art, Knocking at heaven with thy brow: The worky-days are the back part;

The burthen of the week lies there, Making the whole to stoop and bow, Till thy release appear.

Sundays the pillars are,

On which heaven's palace archèd lies:
The other days fill up the spare
And hollow room with vanities.

They are the fruitful beds and borders Of God's rich garden: that is bare

Which parts their ranks and orders.

The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife

Of the eternal glorious King.

On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope; Blessings are plentiful and rife,

More plentiful than hope.

This day my Saviour rose, And did enclose this light for His,

That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss.

Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those

Who want herbs for their wound.

Thou art a day of mirth; And where the week-days trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth; Oh let me take thee at the bound,

Leaping with thee from seven to seven, Till that we both, being toss'd from earth, Fly hand in hand to heaven.-Herbert.

3256. SUNDAY. Similes of

BRIGHT shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss,

Heaven once a week;

The next world's gladness prepossest in this;
A day to seek :

Eternity in time; the steps by which

We climb above all ages; lamps that light
Man through his heap of dark days;, and the rich
And full redemption of the whole week's flight!
The pulleys unto headlong man; time's bower;
The narrow way;

Transplanted paradise; God's walking hour,
The cool o' th' day!

The creature's jubilee; God's parle with dust;

Heaven here: man on those hills of myrrh and flowers;

Angels descending; the returns of trust;

A gleam of glory after six days' showers!

The Church's love-feasts; time's prerogative,
And interest

Deducted from the whole; the combs and hive,
And home of rest.

The milky-way chalkt out with suns; a clue,

That guides through erring hours; and in full story A taste of heaven on earth; the pledge and cue Of a full feast; and the out-courts of glory. Henry Vaughan.

3257. SUPERSTITION.

ENGLAND a happy land we know,

Where follies naturally grow,
Where without culture they arise,
And tower above the common size;
England a fortune-telling host,
As numerous as the stars could boast,
Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.

Churchill. What a reasonless machine Can superstition make the reasoner man! Miller.

'Tis Christian science makes our day,
And Freedom lends her lovely ray;
And we forget 'neath our fair skies,
The world that still in shadow lies ;—
That India bows to Juggernaut ;—
And China worships gods of clay;
And healing amulets are bought,

Even where our Saviour's body lay;
And holy miracles are wrought

Beneath St Peter's cross-crown'd sway;
And over Afric's wide domain
The powers of Death and Darkness reign!
Mrs Hale.

3258. SURRENDER. Entire

PEACE has unveil'd her smiling face,
And woos the soul to her embrace;
Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain
From selfish love, else sought in vain;
She dwells with all who truth. prefer,
But seeks not them who seek not her.
Yield to the Lord, with simple heart,
All that thou hast, and all thou art;
Renounce all strength but strength Divine;
And peace shall be for ever thine :
Behold the path which I have trod,
My path, till I go home to God.

Fell demon of our fears! The human soul,
That can support despair, supports not thee.
Malld

3260. SYMPATHY. Beauty of

No radiant pearl which crested fortune wears,
No gem that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears,
Not the bright stars which night's blue arch adora,
Nor rising sun that gilds the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Darwin.

3261. SYMPATHY. Effects of
THE Soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before.-Rogers