RIGHT LIVING. More of practice, less profession, In the church and in the state; When true hearts, divinely gifted, Shall the world most clearly see Calls on men to do and be. But forever and forever Let it be the soul's endeavor Love from hatred to dissever, Evermore be firm and true. 207 208 PASSING PLEASURES. PASSING PLEASURES. THESE blessed passing pleasures; We need not doubt their fitness Where earth's deep shadows fall; God giving, He is witness That we shall want them all. Amid the old sad story Of human shame and sin, How mighty to restore us Love's little signs may be! A bird, a tree, a flower, A creature just as frail, To Him within the veil; PASSING PLEASURES. Will come, if He has bidden, And leave us safely hidden Behind a shield of light. Perhaps His angels see us Perhaps His watch would free us But only He can measure, Who sees our nature through, If but for one bright minute Through gathering clouds it break, There is a token in it That He would have us take. And His least sign obeying, No wealth our hearts shall miss, E'en when we hear Him saying, "See greater things than this." For He, the dull ear gaining, 209 The whole house feels the racket; And weep o'er Berdie's jacket! But never mind, if eyes keep bright, Now hear the tops and marbles roll! And I must watch the banisters, Look well as you descend the stairs, THE BOYS. By ghostly toys that make no noise The very chairs are tied in pairs, And made to prance and caper; The dinner bell peals loud and well, And then the rush of "steam-car trains" Sets all our ears a-humming. To keep these children quiet?" If I could find a good receipt I certainly should try it. But what to do with these wild boys Is really quite a grave affair No laughing, trifling matter. "Boys will be boys"-but not for long; Ah, could we bear about us This thought-how very soon our boys Will learn to do without us, 211 |