Falls from his grasp better with love a crust, Than living in dishonor: envies not, Nor loses faith in man: but does his best, Nor ever murmurs at his humble lot, But with a smile and words of hope gives zest To every toiler: he alone is great, Who by a life heroic conquers fate. SARA K. BOLTON. APART from the woes that are dead and WILL February gone ALICE CARY. VILL winter never be over? Must the buttercup and the clover Be always hid under the snow? Ah, lend me your little ear, love! The weariest month of the year, love, MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY. A Omnipresence THOUSAND sounds, and each a joyful The dragon-flies are darting as they please, And yet so dull I was, I did not know EDWARD EVERETT HALE. L My Lighthouse IFT up thy light, O soul, arise and shine, Steadfast while all the storms of life assail! Immortal spark of the great Light divine, Hold high thy lamps above earth's restless tides, Falsehood and folly pass, but Truth abides; When the world's sins and sorrows round thee rave, CELIA THAXTER. The Right must Win H, it is hard to work for God, Upon this battle-field of earth, He hides Himself so wondrously, Or He deserts us at the hour The fight is all but lost, And seems to leave us to ourselves Just when we need Him most. Ill masters good; good seems to change To ill with greatest ease, And, worst of all, the good with good Is at cross purposes. Ah! God is other than we think; Far beyond reason's height, and reached Workmen of God! Oh, lose not heart, But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. Thrice blest is he to whom is given That God is on the field when He Blest too is he who can divine Where real right doth lie; And dares to take the side that seems For right is right, since God is God; To falter would be sin. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. The Rainy Day 'HE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; THE It rains, and the wind is never weary; My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Some days must be dark and dreary. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFEllow. |