I HATE that drum's discordant sound, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands. I hate that drum's discordant sound, John Scott. The tumult of each sack'd and burning village, The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns, The soldier's revels in the midst of pillage, The wail of famine in beleaguer'd towns; The bursting shell, the gateway wrench'd asunder, Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, SHALL we grow weary in our watch, And murmur at the long delay, Impatient of our Father's time, And His appointed way? Alas! a deeper test of faith, Than prison cell or martyr's stake, The self-abasing watchfulness Of silent prayer may make ! We gird us bravely to rebuke Our erring brother in the wrong; And in the ear of pride and power Our warning voice is strong. Easier to smite with Peter's sword, Than 'watch one hour' in humbling prayer: Life's 'great things,' like the Syrian lord, Our hearts can do and dare. But, oh! we shrink from Jordan's side- O Thou who in the garden's shade Bend o'er us now, as over them, And set our sleep-bound spirits free; Nor leave us slumbering in the watch Our souls should keep with Thee !- Whittier. O watch and pray! for thou hast foes to fight, Foes which alone thou canst not overcome; Watching and prayer will keep thine armour bright, Soon will thy toils be o'er, thy victory won. O watch and pray! the Judge is at the door, Before His flaming bar thou soon must stand; O watch! and keep thy garments spotless pure, And thou shalt then be found at His right hand. 3481. WATCHFULNESS. Need of WATCH, for the time is short; Watch, while 'tis call'd to-day; Watch, lest temptations overcome; Watch, Christian, watch and pray! Watch, for the flesh is weak; Watch, for the foe is strong; Watch, lest the Bridegroom knock in vain ; Watch, though He tarry long! Chase slumber from thine eyes; Chase doubting from thy breast; Thine is the promised prize Of heaven's eternal rest. Thy Saviour watch'd for thee, Till from His brow the blood-sweat pour'd, Great drops of agony. Take Jesus for thy trust; Watch, watch for evermore; Watch, for thou soon must sleep With thousands gone before. Now, when thy sun is up, Now, while 'tis call'd to-day, O now, in thine accepted time, Watch, Christian, watch and pray! 3482. WEAK. Comfort for the AND sometimes in my house of grief I felt the chastening of God's hand; Are kept securest from life's harms; Are carried in the shepherd's arms. 3483. WEAKNESS: no excuse for idleness. Can ne'er refresh those thirsty fields; I'll tarry in the sky'? What if a shining beam of noon Doth not each raindrop help to form UNTO a singer at the city gates An angel from the courts of Heaven sped. 'Long hast thou quarrell'd with the cruel fates,' With winning voice the pitying angel said. 'Go prove thy heart with riches and renown. Thou hast them both?' The angel disappear'd. Bewilder'd then the singer sought the town. Men lowly bow'd to him as one they fear'd. The angel's words had made the singer king! With tearful eyes unto the king the bard Look'd up for alms; but all in vain he pled. Sing those who must. Let those who may reward. The world is wide,' the haughty monarch said. Then, as the singer sadly left the place, Too late, he recognized the angel's face! L. C. Strong. 3489. WEALTH. Household 'BE not weary,' toiling Christian, Good the Master thou dost serve; 'Be not weary,' praying Christian, And the agonizing prayer : Be it words, or groans, or tears, 'Be not weary,' suffering Christian, Scourged is each adopted child, Else would grow, in sad profusion, Nature's fruit, perverse and wild; Chastening's needful for the spirit, Though 'tis painful for the flesh; God designs a blessing for thee; Let this thought thy soul refresh. 'Be not weary,' tempted Christian, Sin can only lure on earth; Faith is tried by sore temptation; 'Tis the furnace proves its worth : Bounds are set unto the tempter, Which beyond he cannot go; Battle on, on God relying, Faith will overcome the foe. 'Be not weary,' weeping Christian, Tears endure but for the night, Joy, deep joy thy spirit greeting, Will return with morning's light: Every tear thou shedd'st is number'd In the register above; Heaven is tearless, sweet the prospect,― Sighless, tearless land of love! 3492. WEARY. Invitation to the POOR worldling! stay thy vain pursuit of peace In all the gilded charms that mock thee: cease Of hope shall rise, and joy shall speak thy soul's release.—Shepard. 3493. WEEPING. THERE was a time her cries and sorrows Were not despised; when, if she chanced to sigh, Or but look sad, a friend or parent Cry till she rend the earth, sigh till she burst Thus weeping urges weeping on; For one drop calls another down, Till we are drown'd in seas of grief. Then let these useless streams be staid, Wear native courage in your face: These vulgar things were never made For souls of a superior race.-Watts. I weep, but not rebellious tears; I mourn, but not in hopeless woe; My days of youth and health are o'er; Weep not for him that dieth; For he sleeps and is at rest, And the couch whereon he lieth Is the green earth's quiet breast: But weep for him who pineth On a far land's hateful shore, Who wearily declineth, Where ye see his face no more! Weep not for him that dieth; For friends are round his bed, And many a young lip sigheth When they name the early dead: But weep for him that liveth Where none will know or care, When the groan his faint heart giveth Is the last sigh of despair.—Mrs Norton. Oh, weep not for the dead! But never be a tear-drop shed For them, the pure enfranchised dead. 3494. WICKEDNESS. WHAT rein can hold licentious wickedness The wicked with anxiety of mind And when the world, with harvest ripe, Even on earth, our tears away,— The good, true heart that bravely won, And this the end! And is this all? 3499. WIFE. Admonition to a For there is nothing in the earth so small that it may not produce great things, And no swerving from a right line that may not lead FYE! fye! unknit that threatening unkind brow; eternally astray. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, A landmark tree was once a seed; and the dust in To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : the balance maketh a difference; And the cairn is heap'd high by each one flinging a pebble: The dangerous bar in the harbour's mouth is only grains of sand; And the shoal that hath wreck'd a navy is the work of a colony of worms: Yea, and a despicable gnat may madden the mighty elephant ; And the living rock is worn by the diligent flow of the brook. Little art thou, O man, and in trifles thou contendest with thine equals, For atoms must crowd upon atoms ere crime groweth to be a giant.-M. F. Tupper. 3496. WIDOW'S GIFT. The Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land, 3497. WIFE. A bad BETTER through life barefooted press, Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. Of earthly good, the best is a good wife. 3498. WIFE. A good THE waiting angel, patient wife, All through the battle at our side, It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; 3500. WIFE. Duty of a THY husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Shakespeare. I am ashamed, that women are so simple For nothing lovelier can be found 3501. WIFE. Emblem of a good Lives but to bask in fashion's vain display, |