"Could I find a word

As pure as the rose, Half hid in the wayside Grass that grows, Nor aught of itself

Intends or knows;

That word is the word
I would say.

"Could I make a song

As careless of art As the sparrow's trill

That should seem a part

Of my life, a blessing

From my heart;— That song I would sing Thee to-day."

FRIENDSHIP.

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes;
The lover rooted stays.

I fancied he was fled,

And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness,

Like daily sunrise there.

My careful heart was free again,
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red;

All things through thee take nobler form,
And look beyond the earth,

The mill-round of our fate appears

A sun-path in thy worth.

Me, too, thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;

The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.

-Emerson.

So nigh is grandeur to our dust,

So near is God to man,

When Duty whispers low, Thou must,

The youth replies, I can.

-Emerson.

We speak with awed tenderness of our guardian angels; but have we not all had our guiding angels, who came to us in visible form, and recognized or unknown, kept beside us on our difficult path until they had done for us all that they could?

-Lucy Larcom.

Seek not to pour the world into thy little mould,
Each as its nature is, its being must unfold;
Thou art but as a string in life's vast sounding-board,
And other strings as sweet may not with thine accord.

Associate reverently, and as much as you can, with your loftiest thoughts.

-Thoreau.

You have not fulfilled every duty, unless you have fulfilled that of being pleasant.

-Charles Buxton.

Reputation is in itself only a farthing candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out; but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.

Give to a gracious message

- Lowell.

A host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.

-Shakespeare.

Good intentions are, at least, the seed of good actions; and every one ought to sow them, and leave it to the soil and the seasons whether he or any other gather the fruit. -Sir William Temple.

"In bright or brighter places, wheresoever ye may

roam

Ye look away from earth-land and ye murmur, 'Where is home?'

Homeless hearts, God is home."

"If fortune, with a smiling face,

Strew roses in our way,

When shall we stoop to pick them up?
To-day, my love, to-day.

"But should she frown with face of care, And talk of coming sorrow,

When shall we grieve, if grieve we must? To-morrow, oh, to-morrow."