Might not the arm of diligence make the tangled wilderness a garden?
And, for aught thou canst tell, there may be a thousand methods
Of comforting thy limbs in warmth, though thou kindle not a spark.
Fear not, son of man, for thyself nor thy seed-with a multitude is plenty;
God's blessing giveth increase, and with it larger than enough.

SEARCH out the wisdom of Nature; there is depth in all her doings;
She seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality:
The plant refresheth the air, and the earth filtereth the water,
And dews are sucked into the cloud, dropping fatness on the world;
She hath, on a mighty scale, the general use of all things;

Yet hath she specially for each its microscopic purpose:

There is use in the prisoned air, that swelleth the pods of the laburnum;
Design in the venomed thorns, that sentinel the leaves of the nettle;
A final cause for the aromatic gum, that congealeth the moss around a
A reason for each blade of grass, that reareth its small spire. [rose;
How knoweth discontented man what a train of ills might follow,
If the lowest menial of nature knew not her secret office?
If the thistle never sprang up, to mock the loose husbandry of indolence,
Or the pestilence never swept away an unknown curse from among men?
Would ye crush the buzzing myriads that float on the breath of the evening?
Would ye trample the creatures of God that people the rotting fruit?
Would ye suffer no mildew forest to stain the unhealthy wall,
Nor a noisome savour to exhale from the pool that breedeth disease?
Pain is useful unto man, for it teacheth him to guard his life,

And the fetid vapours of the fen warn him to fly from danger;

And the meditative mind, looking on, winneth good food for its hunger, Seeing a wholesome root bring forth a poisonous berry;

For otherwhile falleth it out that truth, driven to extremities,

Yieldeth bitter folly as the spoiled fruit of wisdom.

Oh, blinded is thine eye, if it see not just aptitude in all things;
Oh, frozen is thy heart, if it glow not with gratitude for all things;
In the perfect circle of creation, not an atom could be spared,
From earth's magnetic zone to the bindweed round a hawthorn.

THE sage,
and the beetle at his feet, hath each a ministration to perform;
The brier and the palm have the wages of life, rendering secret service.
Neither is it thus alone with the definite existences of matter;

But motion and sound, circumstance and quality, yea, all things have

their office.

The zephyr playing with an aspen leaf-the earthquake that rendeth a

continent;

[pyramid;

The moonbeam silvering a ruined arch-the desert wave dashing up a
The thunder of jarring icebergs-the stops of a shepherd's pipe;
The howl of the tiger in the glen-and the wood-dove calling to her mate;
The vulture's cruel rage-the grace of the stately swan; [sloth;
The fierceness looking from the lynx's eye, and the dull stupor of the
To these, and to all, is there added each its USE, though man considereth

it lightly;

For Power hath ordained nothing which Economy saw not needful.

ALL things being are essential to the vast ubiquity of God;
Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honourable servitude.
Were there not a need-be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is;
For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness.
We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth;
But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot,
Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose,
The foreknown station of a rush is as fixed as the station of a king,
And chaff from the hand of a winnower, steered as the stars in their courses.
Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things;
And His pervading unity quickeneth the whole creation.

Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together;
But God compasseth all things, mantling the globe like air;
And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures,
For, perchance, the universe would die, were not all things as they are.

OF COMPENSATION.

EQUAL is the government of Heaven in allotting pleasures among men,
And just the everlasting law, that hath wedded happiness to virtue;
For verily on all things else broodeth disappointment with care,
That childish man may be taught the shallowness of earthly enjoyment.
Wherefore, ye that have enough, envy ye the rich man his abundance?
Wherefore, daughters of affluence, covet ye the cottager's content?
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God,

And none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.
The poor man rejoiceth at his toil, and his daily bread is sweet to him:
Content with present good, he looketh not for evil to the future:

The rich man laguisheth with sloth, and findeth pleasure in nothing;
He locketh up care with his gold, and feareth the fickleness of fortune.
Can a cup contain within itself the measure of a bucket?

Or the straitened appetites of man drink more than their fill of luxury? There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless, And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.

ALSO, though penury and pain be real and bitter evils,

[seemeth. I would reason with the poor afflicted, for he is not so wreched as he What right hath an offender to complain, tho' others escape punishment, If the stripes of earned misfortune overtake him in his sin? Wherefore not endure with resignation the evils thou canst not avert? For the coward Pain will flee if thou meet him as a man:

Consider, whatever be thy fate, that it might and ought to have been worse,
And that it lieth in thy hand to gather even blessing from afflictions;
Bethink thee, wherefore were they sent? and hath not use blunted their
keenness?

Need hope, and patience, and courage, be strangers to the meanest hovel?
Thou art in an evil case-it were cruel to deny to thee compassion;
But there is not unmitigated ill in the sharpest of this world's sorrows:
I touch not the sore of thy guilt; but of human griefs I counsel thee,
Cast off the weakness of regret, and gird thee to redeem thy loss:
Thou hast gained, in the furnace of affliction, self-knowledge, patience,
and humility,

And these be as precious ore, that waiteth the skill of the coiner: [hardly,
Despise not the blessings of adversity, nor the gain thou hast earned so
And now thou hast drained the bitter, take heed that thou lose not the sweet.

POWER is seldom innocent, and envy is the yoke-fellow of eminence; And the rust of the miser's riches wasteth his soul as a canker. [chased; The poor man counteth not the cost at which such wealth hath been pur. He would be on the mountain's top, without the toil and travail of the climbing.

But equity demandeth recompense; for high-place, calumny and care; For state, comfortless splendour eating out the heart of home;

For warrior fame, dangers and death; for a name among the learned, a spirit overstrained;

For honour of all kinds, the goad of ambition; on every acquirement, the

tax of anxiety.

He that would change with another, must take the cup as it is mixed.
Poverty, with largeness of heart; or a full purse, with a sordid spirit:
Wisdom, in an ailing body; or a common mind, with health:
Godliness, with man's scorn; or the welcome of the mighty, with guilt:
Beauty, with a fickle heart: or plainness of face, with affection.

For so hath Providence determined, that a man shall not easily discover
Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or abhorrence.

A bold man or a fool must he be, who would change his lot with another;
It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly refused it;
For we know the worst of ourselves, but the secrets of another we see not,
And better is a certain bad, than the doubt and dread of worse.
Just, and strong, and opportune is the moral rule of God;
Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in the measure of its gifts.
Yet men, scanning the surface, count the wicked happy,
[tions.
Nor heed the compensating peace, which gladdeneth the good in his afflic
They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow,
Like wreathed adders crawling round his midnight conscience;
They hear not the terrible suggestions that knock at the portal of his will,
Provoking to wipe away from life the one weak witness of the deed;
They know not the torturing suspicions that sting his panting breast,
When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth off the truth.
Likewise of the good what know they? the memories bringing pleasure,
Shrined in the heart of the benevolent, and glistening from his eye; [pose;
The calm, self-justifying reason that establisheth the upright in his pur
The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the thoughts of the religious.
Many a beggar at the cross-way, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain,
Hath more of the end of all wealth, than hundreds who multiply the means.

MOREOVER a moral compensation reacheth to the secresy of thought;
For if thou wilt think evil of thy neighbour, soon shalt thou have him for
thy foe:
[to his soul-
And yet he may know nothing of the cause that maketh thee distasteful
The cause of unkind suspicion-for which thou hast thy punishment:
And if thou think of him in charity, wishing or praying for his weal,
He shall not guess the secret charm that lureth his soul to love thee,
For just is retributive ubiquity: Samson did sin with Delilah,
And his eyes and captive strength were forfeit to the Philistine:

Jacob robbed his brother, and sorrow was his portion to the grave;
David must fly before his foes, yea, though his guilt is covered:
And He, who seeming old in youth,* was marred for others' sin,
For every special crime must bear its special penalty:

By luxury, or rashness, or vice, the member that hath erred suffereth,
And therefore the Sacrifice for all was pained at every pore.

ALIKE to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment,
And half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of
Pain addeth zest unto pleasure, and teacheth the luxury of health: [sleep.
There is a joy in sorrow, which none but a mourner can know;
Madness hath imaginary bliss, and most men have no more:
Age hath its quiet calm, and youth enjoyeth not for haste;
Daily, in the midst of its beatitude, the righteous soul is vexed;
And even the misery of guilt doth attain to the bliss of pardon.
Who, in the face of the born-blind, ever looked on other than content?
And the deaf ear listeneth within to the silent music of the heart.
There is evil poured upon the earth from the overflowings of corruption-
Sickness, and poverty, and pain, and guilt, and madness, and sorrow;
But, as the water from a fountain riseth and sinketh to its level,
Ceaselessly toileth justice to equalize the lots of men;

For habit, and hope, and ignorance, and the being but one of a multitude,
And strength of reason in the sage, and dullness of feeling in the fool,
And the light elasticity of courage, and calm resignation of meekness,
And the stout endurance of decision, and the weak carelessness of apathy,
And helps invisible, but real, and ministerings not unfelt,
Angelic aid with worldly discomfiture, bodily loss with the soul's gain,
Secret griefs, and silent joys, thorns in the flesh, and cordials for the spirit,
(-Short of the insuperable barrier dividing innocence from guilt-)
Go far to level all things, by the gracious rule of Compensation.

"He, who seeming old in youth," &c.] Compare Isa. lii. 14: "His visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men," with the idea implied in the observation, (John viii. 57,) "Thou art not yet fifty years old, and hast thou seen Abraham?" Our Lord was then thirty-three, or, according to some chronologists, even younger.