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And when, with tears of wonder, she
Look'd up into my face,
Avoiding her embrace :
And many. an idle thing : Ah me! how much of misery
From idle words may spring!
Mid gloomy clouds and rain,
The word 'came back again
But not alone;
That had but wrought
Mind what you sow,
A harvest they will yield :
'Twas over soon, the cause,-not soon
The sad effects pass'd by ;
And 'neath the summer's sky!
But kept the lurking sting :
From idle words may spring !
The cruel and the bitter word,
That wounded as it fell,
We feel, but never tell,
Whose hopes were bounding high,In an unfading record kept,
These things shall never die.
Month after month, year after year,
I strove to win again
But strove, alas ! in vain.
Across Love's path ye fling :
Major Calder Campbell.
Let nothing pass ; for every hand
Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love ;
Be firm, and just, and true. So shall a light that cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee, 'These things shall never die!'
All the Year Round.
3560. WORDS. Eloquent That glorious burst of winged words !—how bound
they from his tongue! The full expression of the mighty thought, the
• strong, triumphant argument, The rush of native eloquence, resistless as Niagara, The keen demand, the clear reply, the fine, poetic
image, The nice analogy, the clinching fact, the metaphor
bold and free, The grasp of concentrated intellect wielding the om
nipotence of truth.— Tupper.
The strongest love hath yet, at times,
A weakness in its power; And latent sickness often sends
The madness of an hour !
I said a cruel thing:
From idle words may spring !
But there was in my blood
Its frenzy to my mood ;
Had power my heart to wring :
From idle words may spring!
3561. WORDS : expressions of thought.
Words are the notes of thought, and nothing more. False eloquence, like the prismatic glass,
But true expression, like the unchanging sun,
Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none. The seeming size of thoughts, make the light less
Expression is the dress of thought, and still doubly.
Appears more decent as more suitable : It is the thought writ down we want,
A vile conceit in pompous words expressid, Not its effect, -not likenesses of likenesses ;
Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd : And such descriptions are not, more than gloves
For different styles with different subjects sort, Instead of hands to shake, enough for us.-Bailey.
As several garbs, with country, town, and court.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; 3562. WORDS. Kind
Alike fantastic, if too new or old :
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. -Pope
3565. WORDS. Weakness of
WHERE deeds pull down, words can repair no faith. By choosing thus a kinder plan;
Chapman, For if but little good we've known,
3566. WORK. Blessedness of
DANGER lies in idly living,
Health in labour freely done;
Sweat of toil is honour-giving
To the brow, at set of sun.
Know'st thou not, whate'er the ending,
Whether failure or success,
That God's favour, still attending,
All good deeds of thine will bless?
3567. WORK. Christian
IN His furrow'd fields around us
God has work for all who will :
Those who may not scatter broadcast,
Yet may plant it hill by hill.
Learning hearts are often near us,
Conscious of their spirit-need :
These are hills prepared by Heaven 3563. WORDS: real character.
To receive the precious seed. 'Tis only man can words create,
Shall we find these hills, and plant them? And cut the air to sounds articulate
Shall we scatter when we may ?
Or with idle hands stand waiting
Till the seed-time pass away?
Glory waits the faithful workmen As Solon said to one in judgment weak,
Who perform their Master's will:
Then, O Christians! will ye weary
Of this planting hill by hill ? 3564. WORDS. Use of
Soon life's spring-time will be over, Words are like leaves; and where they most
And its autumn days will come : abound,
Happy then will be those workmen Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Who have sheaves to carry home. -Allis,
3568. WORK. Hopeless
Labour, for the chapman at his trade, a dull, unAll nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair,
varied round, The bees are stirring, birds are on the wing,
Year after year, unto death; yea, what a weariness And winter, slumbering in the open air,
is it! Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring ;
Labour, for the pale-faced scribe, drudging at his And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
hated desk, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Who bartereth for needful pittance the untold gold Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
of health ; Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow. Labour, with fear, for the merchant, whose hopes Bloom, O ye amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may, I are ventured on the sea ; For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! Labour, with care, for the man of law, responsible With lips unbrighten'd, wreathless brow, I stroll.
in his gains; And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? | Labour, with envy and annoyance, where strangers Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve,
will thee wealth ; And hope without an object cannot live.-Coleridge. Labour, with indolence and gloom, where wealth
falleth from a father ; 3569. WORK: necessary as well as prayer. Labour, unto all, whether aching thews, or aching ONE pleasant spring morning on nothing intent,
head, or spiritBut following fancy wherever it went,
The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is As clang of an anvil rang out on the air
labour. I paused by a smithy, smoke-blacken'd, and where
Nevertheless, to the diligent, labour bringeth blessThe brawny-arm'd blacksmith, with blows fast and
ing : strong,
The thought of duty sweeteneth toil, and travail is a Was pounding out horse - shoes and singing this
pleasure ; song:
And time spent in doing hath a comfort that is not “Bread and butter, potatoes and meat,
for the idle ;
The hardship is transmuted into joy, by the dear Shoes and stockings for six little feet;
alchemy of mercy; House and home from mortgages free,
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to Come, old anvil, give these to me.'
conquest, And the ring of the anvil seem'd to say :
And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself • 'Tis wisdom to work as well as to pray;
useless; And prayer that comes with work at its side For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty Is never in heaven or earth denied.'
hinges, And the blows fell faster and faster still,
And the grasp of the mind is weaken'd, as the talons And the sparks flew farther and farther, till,
of a caged vulture. -- Tupper. Like rainbow of fire, the very air Seem'd full of promise to hear the prayer.
3571. WORKERS. Encouragement for Chris
tian The music of hammer and words of song Rang out in the morning air hearty and strong;
Sow in the morn thy seed, Keeping time together, the arm that swung
At eve hold not thine hand; The hammer to strike, and the heart that sung,
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, And neither was still a moment before
Broad-cast it o'er the land. The smoking horse-shoe rollid on the floor.
Beside all waters sow, Mid shower of fire and rain of sweat
The highway furrows stock ; The brawny blacksmith is toiling yet ;
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, But he taught a lesson for all, that day,
Scatter it on the rock. How to work with the hammer as well as to pray.
The good, the fruitful ground, 3570. WORK : universal.
Expect not everywhere;
O'er hill and dale, by plots, 'tis found; No gain, but by its price ; labour, for the poor man's
Go forth then everywhere. meal, Ofttimes heart-sickening toil, to win him a morsel Thou know'st not which may thrive, for his hunger;
The late or early sown ;
Grace keeps the precious germ alive,
O! it is beautiful to see this world,
Poised in the crystal air, with all its seas,
Mountains, and plains, majestically rolling
Around its noiseless axis, day by day,
And year by year, and century after century;
And as it turns, still wheeling through the immense And the full corn at length.
Of ether, circling the resplendent sun
In calm and simple grandeur.--Atherstone.
Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth Shall foster and mature the grain,
In her fair page; see, every season brings
New change to her, of everlasting youth;
Still the green soil with joyous living things The day of God is come,
Swarms, the wide air is full of joyous wings, The angel reapers shall descend,
And myriads still are happy in the sleep
Of ocean’s azure gulfs.—Bryant.
God's world is bathed in beauty, 3572. WORLD: a masquerade.
God's world is steep'd in light;
It is the self-same glory The world is a great dance, in which we find
· That makes the day so bright, The good and bad have various turns assign'd;
Which thrills the earth with music,
Or hangs the stars in night.
Hid in earth's mines of silver, 3573. WORLD: accursed.
Floating on clouds above,
Ringing in autumn's tempest, 'Tis the most certain sign the world's accurst,
Murmur'd by every dove,
One thought fills God's creation-
His own great name of Love! 3574. WORLD. Beauty of the
In God's world strength is lovely, WHEN God the new-made world survey'd,
And so is beauty strong, His word pronounced the building good;
And light-God's glorious shadowSunbeams and light the heavens array'd,
To both great gifts belong; And the whole earth was crown'd with food.
And they all meet in sweetness, Colours that charm and ease the eye,
And fill the earth with song. His pencil spread all nature round;
God's world has one great echo, With pleasing blue He arch'd the sky,
Whether calm blue mists are curld, And a green carpet dress'd the ground.
Or lingering dew-drops quiver, Let envious atheists ne'er complain
Or red storms are unfurl'd; That Nature wants or skill or care ;
The same deep love is throbbing But turn their eyes all round in vain,
Through the great heart of God's world. To avoid their Maker's goodness there.
Watts. 3575. WORLD. Different views of the
Beautiful! 'Tis a very good world that we live in How beautiful is all this visible world!
To lend, or to spend, or to give in; How glorious in its action and itself!
But to borrow or beg, or get a man's own, But we who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
'Tis the very worst world, sir, that ever was known. Half dust, half deity, alike unfit
Old Song To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make I've tried this world in all its changes, A conflict of its elements, and breathe
States, and conditions ; have been great and happy, The breath of degradation and of pride,
Wretched and low, and pass'd through all its stages Contending with low wants and lofty will,
And oh! believe me, who have known it best, Till our mortality predominates,
It is not worth the bustle that it costs; And men are—what they name not to themselves, 'Tis but a medley, all of idle hopes, And trust not to each other.-Byron.
And abject childish fears-Madde.
Cease, oh, cease thy vain desirings,
Only seek thy Father's will. Leave behind thy faithless sorrow
And thine every anxious care : He who only knows the morrow Can for thee its burden bear.
Frances Ridley Havergal. 3579. WORLD: full of peril. ALAS ! the world is full of peril !
The path that runs through the fairest meads, On the sunniest side of the valley, leads Into a region bleak and sterile !- Longfellow.
Ah, world unknown ! how charming is thy view,
Crabbe. Talk who will of the world as a desert of thrall,
Yet, yet there is bloom on the waste;
There are honey-drops, too, for the taste.
Are bask'd in, enjoy'd, and forgot.
Will not mourn o'er each billow that rolls ;
Eliza Cook. 3576. WORLD. False confidence of the
Let the world be told She boasts a confidence she does not hold; That, conscious of her crimes, she feels instead A cold misgiving and a killing dread; That while in health the ground of her support Is madly to forget that life is short; That sick she trembles, knowing she must die, Her hope presumption, and her faith a lie.
Cowper. 3577. WORLD. Flavour of the
3580. WORLD: hollow.
The world is just as hollow as an egg-shell ;
3581. WORLD : illusory.
BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
A flattering prospect shows;
And undisturb'd repose.
(As ancient fables say),
And stop him in his way.
'Twas but enchanted ground:
A wilderness is found.
IN Shiraz grows a tree, within the Sultan's bower, Which bears an apple one-half sweet, and one-half
sour. Ah! such an apple is the world. How sweet it
tastes In joy! how sour when turning round to grief it
hastes. -Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.
3578. WORLD. Freedom from the
WHEN the world's up, and every swarm abroad,
Keep well thy temper, mix not with each fray; Despatch necessities ; life hath a load
Which must be carried on, and safely may; Yet keep those cares without thee : let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the better part.
Fleeting hope, and changeful love;
There are better things above.
Bid thy restless heart be still;
At first we start, and feel distressid,
In such a wretched place;
And bids us seek His face.
Then we begin to live indeed,
By this beloved Friend,
And glory at the end.—Cowper.