My scathed and frozen form,
For heart and hand together we'll stand,
And mock at the baffled storm.
And so when grief is withering the leaf,
And checking hope's young flower,
And frosts do bite with their teeth so white
La disappointment's hour,
Tho' it might o'erwhelin either ivy or elm
If alone each stood in the strife,
If heart and hand together they stand,
They may laugh at the troubles of life,
Ha, ha! Together.
I CANNOT move a mile upon this earth,
I could not, did I walk from end to end,
But there I find a heart of wit and worth,
Some gracious spirit to be hailed a friend:
O there are frequent angels unawares,
And many have I met upon my way,
Kind Christian souls, to make me rich with prayers,
Whilst in like coin their mercies I repay;
And oft the sun of praise hath lit mine eyes,
Generous praise and just encouragement,
From some who say 1 help them to be wise,
And teach them to be happy in content:
Ah soul, rejoice! for thou hast thickly sown
The living world with friendships all thine own.
IT were not well to vex thee with my praises,
Yet I am quick to read thy gifts aright,
Loving, sincere, and wise, in three best phases,
Young heart, I note thy characters of light;
Spirits are keen to make such instant guesses;
For time is nothing to the Soul that lives;
Therefore my spirit thy good spirit blesses,
Therefore my Mind its cordial greeting gives, —
Its greeting? of a moment, sad to tell,
For all my greeting is a true Farewell!
WISELY for us within night's sable veil
God hides the future; and, if men turn pale
For dread distrusting, laughs their fear to scorn.
For thee, the present calmly order well:
All else as on a river's tide is borne,
Now flowing peaceful to the Tuscan sea
Down the mid-channel on a gentle swell; Now, as the hoarse, fierce mandate of the flood Stirs up the quiet stream, time-eaten rocks Go hurrying down, with houses, herds, and flocks, And echoes from the mountain and the wood. He stands alone, glad, self-possessed, and free, Who grateful for to-day can say, I live; To-morrow let my Father take or give:
As He may will, not I-with dark or light
Let God ordain the morrow, noon, or night.
He, even He, can never render vain
The past behind me; nor bring back again
What any transient hour has once made fact.
Fortune, rejoicing in each cruel act,
And playing frowardly a saucy game,
Dispenses changeful and uncertain fame.
Now kind to me, and now to some beside.
I praise her here: but if it should betide
She spreads her wings for flight, I hold no more
The good she gave, but in mine honest worth,
Clad like a man, go honorably forth
To seek the undowried portion of the poor.
Every warning in thy word,
Signs and tokens all array'd
In proof of that for which we pray'd,
The coming of the Lord!
I NUMBER you by thousands, unseen friends,
And dearly precious is your love to me;
Yea, what a goodly company ye be!
Far as the noble brotherhood extends
Of Saxon hearts and tongues o'er land and soa: How rich am I in love!- the sweet amends
For all whatever little else of pain
Some few unkindly cause; - most rich in love,
From mine own home to earth's remotest ends: Let me then count my store, my glorious gain,
This wealth, that my poor merit far transcends, Your loving kindness, echoing from above The Highest Blessing on my works and ways, Eỷ doùlæ àyaðé, my Father's praise:
Yea, let me thank you; let my heart outpour
Unbidden notes of honest gratitude
To all whose yearnings follow me with good,
Loving my mind and all its humble store:
O generous friends! - a cordial multitude
Hived in the West, upon that busy shore
Where fair Columbia, Britain's child, is throned
Imperial, yet with empire all unowned,
O generous friends! - another cordial band,
From far Australia to the Arctic seas,
And crowds around me in my own dear land, -
How, how to thank for mercies rich as these? Lo, let me stand and bless from East to West,
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