WHY should dreams so dark and dreary

Fill my thought?

Is there nought,

Nought to soothe the weary?

Is the sun in heaven no longer,
When the rain

Sweeps the plain?

Soon he blazes stronger.

Is the floweret's sleep eternal,

When its cup,

Folded up,

Waits the breezes vernal?

Why should man, then, child of sorrow,

Mourn his doom?

Present gloom

Will be light to-morrow.

Even here, all pain is fleeting;
Even here

Joy and care

Join in constant greeting.

But where all our hopes are tending,

Peace and love

Reign above,

Bliss and joy unending.

XLIV.

O HUMAN heart! thou hast a song
For all that to the earth belong,
Whene'er the golden chain of love
Hath linked thee to the heaven above.

O human heart! what deed of thine
Could gain a kingdom so divine?
'Twas asked but this, in accents mild,
The gentle spirit of a child.

O human heart! that singest still
Through chastening good, misreckoned ill;
Thou mindst Bethesda's fount to feel,
The angel troubles but to heal.

O human heart! thou hast a song
For all that to the earth belong,
Whene'er the golden chain of love
Hath linked thee to the heaven above.

SAY not the law divine

Is hidden from thee, or afar removed;

That law within would shine,

If there its glorious light were sought and loved.

Soar not on high,

Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to earth. That vaulted sky

Hath no such star, didst thou but know its worth.

Nor launch thy bark

In search thereof

upon a

shoreless sea,

Which has no ark,

No dove to bring this olive-branch to thee.

Then do not roam

In search of that which wandering cannot win. At home! at home!

That word is placed, thy very heart within.

O! seek it there,

Turn to its teachings with devoted will;

Watch unto prayer,

And in the power of faith this law fulfil.

WHAT conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.

Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, O teach

my

To find that better way.

heart

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
The mercy I to others shew,

That mercy shew to me.

'ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.

All wait alike on Him whose power
Upholds the life He gave ;
The sage within his star-lit tower,
The savage in his cave.

God meets the throngs who

pay their VOWS

In courts their hands have made; And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain-shade.

'Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low,

And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

Oh, let man hasten to restore
To all their rights of love;

In

power

and wealth exult no more;

In wisdom lowly move.