WORLDLY PLACE. VEN in a palace, life may be led well ! Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell, Our freedom for a little bread we sell, Even in a palace! On his truth sincere, Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win, I'll stop, and say: "There were no succour here! The aids to noble life are all within." MATTHEW ARNOLD. THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID. E saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save! Who sins, once wash'd by the baptismal wave!" And then she smil'd; and in the Catacombs, Her head in ignominy, death, and tombs, MATTHEW ARNOLD. EAST LONDON. WAS August, and the fierce sun overhead And the pale weaver, through his window seen In Spitalfields, look'd thrice dispirited; I met a preacher there I knew, and said: "Ill and o'erwork'd, how fare you in this scene?' "Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been Much cheer'd with thoughts of Christ, the living bread." O human soul! as long as thou canst so Set up a mark of everlasting light, Above the howling senses' ebb and flow, To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam, MATTHEW ARNOLD. THE BETTER PART. ONG fed on boundless hopes, O race of man, 66 'Christ," some one says, was human as we are. No judge eyes us from Heaven, our sin to scan. We live no more, when we have done our span." "Well, then, for Christ," thou answerest, care? "who can From sin, which Heaven records not, why forbear? Live we like brutes our life without a plan!" So answerest thou; but why not rather say: More strictly, then, the inward judge obey! MATTHEW ARNOLD. IMMORTALITY. OIL'D by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, The world shall be thrust down, and we And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn No, no! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun! From strength to strength advancing—only he, MATTHEW ARNOLD. |