Throw not your country's manners quite aside, 3365. TRAVELLERS. WITH reverend tutor clad in habit lay, To tease for cash, and quarrel with all day; And every post, and where the chaise broke down; Returning he proclaims by many a grace 3366. TREASON. Cowper. SMOOTH runs the water where the brook is deep, Shakespeare. The man who rises on his country's ruin, Martyn. Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason. Harrington. He who contends for freedom, Can ne'er be justly deem'd his sovereign's foe: No, 'tis the wretch who tempts him to subvert it, The soothing slave, the traitor in the bosom, Who best deserves that name.-Thomson. 3367: TREATIES. IT is a vain attempt To bind th' ambitious and unjust by treaties: The eye that contemplates it well perceives Order'd by an intelligence so wise Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen No grazing cattle through their prickly round But as they grow where nothing is to fear, I love to view these things with curious eyes, And in this wisdom of the holly-tree Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme; One which may profit in the after-time.-Southey. 'Tis beautiful to see a forest stand, Brave with its moss-grown monarchs and the pride Of foliage dense, to which the south wind bland Comes with a kiss, as lover to his bride; To watch the light grow fainter, as it streams Through arching aisles, where branches interlace, Where sombre pines rise o'er the shadowy gleams Of silver birch, trembling with modest grace. But they who dwell beside the stream and hill Prize little treasures there so kindly given : The song of birds, the babbling of the rill, The pure unclouded light and air of heaven. They walk as those who seeing cannot see, Blind to this beauty even from their birth: We value little blessings ever free; We covet most the rarest things of earth. Rest must be won by toil and pain The crown repays the cross. As woods, when shaken by the breeze, As winter's frosts but make the trees Abound in summer fruit ; So every Heaven-sent pang and throe And forms us for the skies.-Lyte. Till from the straw the flail the corn doth beat, 3370. TRIALS not the whole of life. DID we think of the light and sunshine, Of still and deep despair, The clouds may rest on the present, With so wholly dark a lot, For, as in the days of winter, When the snow-drifts whiten the hill, Some birds in the air will flutter, And warble to cheer us still; And woman can forgive a wrong Which casts her on the world, As hard as want deplores, Alas, the human mould's at fault; A littleness that shames! Give me that soul-superior power, That conquest over fate, Which sways the weakness of the hour, Rules little things as great; That lulls the human waves of strife With words and feelings kind, And makes the trials of our life The triumphs of our mind!-Charles Swain. 3374 TRIFLES. Influence of WHAT is a trifle? a thoughtless word, Perchance its echo shall yet be heard When the speaker is with the dead. Is it a trifle-the first false step 'Tis treacherous ground-one little slip One light temptation, and we may wear Death's galling chain for aye; This world is but little if rightly weigh'd, And trifling its joy or care; But not while we linger beneath its shade- The lightest burden may weigh like lead In the uphill path it perforce must tread 3375. TRIFLES : not unimportant. THINK nought a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountains, moments make the year; 3376. TROUBLES: will soon be over. 'A LITTLE while' of mingled joy and sorrow, A few more thorns about our pathway growing, 'A little while,'—and we shall dwell for ever 3377. TROUBLES: will soon be over. 'A LITTLE while' for patient vigil-keeping, To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong; 'A little while' to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song. 'A little while' to wear the robe of sadness, And toil with weary step through miry ways; Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of praise. 'A little while,' midst shadow and illusion, To strive, by faith, love's mysteries to spell ; 3378. TRUST. Filial THE child leans on its parent's breast, His trust in God, and so is blest He has no store, he sows no seed; Men who forget, in fear of need, 3379. TRUST. Supporting SECURELY cabin'd in the ship below, Through darkness and through storm I cross the A pathless wilderness of waves to me: That he who guides the good ship o'er that waste Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain pass, Ere yet our hands may cull the heavenly flowers-And if the way seems rough, I only clasp The morn of joy, but first the tearful sowing, The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp. 3380. TRUTH. Calmness of ALL truth is calm, Refuge and rock and tower; The more of truth the more of calm, Nor is to strife allied; It is the error that is bred Of storm, by rage and pride. And truth is calmness still; Truth lifts its forehead to the storm, 3381. TRUTH: changeless. IT fortifies my soul to know That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.—Clough. 3382. TRUTH. Controversies about STILL as a statue, on as firm a base, But warm and rosy with life-giving life, Stands Truth; not veil'd, but shelter'd from the strife Of clashing passions in a holy place. Her votaries stand; no sacrificial knife Or strive to trace, her features pure and fair. These all around their different stations take; Some love the twilight, some the noonday glare, But when from out the temple-doors they go, know 'How may we Which is the goddess? O ye limners, show! For Truth is one-therefore this is not she.' T. M. H. 3383. TRUTH. Disclosures of SEARCHING the skiey depths all night in vain, Into the empty concave of the night) 3384. TRUTH. Fidelity to CONVINCE the world that you're devout and true, This above all, to thine own self be true; 3385. TRUTH. Grace of HARD by Truth's temple The symbol of her God. And stood aghast ; Said, Let me be like her, 'And on they pass'd. It's in her nam And her stately mien. A lovely Christian grace; She ever holds her place. The stars shall fall, 3386. TRUTH. Guidance of O TRUTH divine! enlighten'd by thy ray, I shut my eyes, in grief and shame, Upon the dreary past; My bark was drifted down the stream Henceforth the tiller Truth shall hold, I know my soul is strong and high, 3387. TRUTH: imperishable. THE only amaranthine flower on earth Cowper. Marble and recording brass decay, And like the 'graver's memory, pass away; The works of man inherit, as is just, Their author's frailty, and return to dust; But truth divine for ever stands secure, Its head is guarded, as its base is sure; Fix'd in the rolling flood of endless years, The pillar of the eternal plan appears; The raving storm and dashing wave defies, Built by that Architect who built the skies. Cowper. 3388. TRUTH: must be sought earnestly. Pomfret. Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow: But what is Truth? 'Twas Pilate's question, put Such as men give and take from day to day, Comes in the common walk of easy life, Blown by the careless wind across our way. Bought in the market, at the current price, Nor pierces even the surface of a soul. Great truths are greatly won. Not found by chance, Hard-buffeting with adverse wind and stream. Not in the merchandise of gold and gems; Not in the world's gay hall of midnight mirth; Not 'mid the blaze of regal diadems; |