And lifted me aloft to them;

And seated with the monarchs there, Above this little world of care,

My spirit burst the bounds of time, And revelled in the realms sublime ; And now it seemed they closer drew, As if to bid me all adieu.

V.

There are things in memory set,
Things we never can forget,

Still I see the very spot,

Close beside our lowly cot,

Where my grandsire old and gray,

Blessed be his memory,

While upon his staff he bent,

Thus he blest me ere I went.

VI.

"Your journey's but beginning now,

While mine is nearly ending,

Thou'rt starting up the hill of life,

I to the grave descending;

With thee 'tis bright and buoyant spring,

With me 'tis dark December,

And my injunctions, O my son,

I'd have thee to remember.

"I've seen in three score years and ten,

So many strange mutations,

So many sides of fortune's face,

To families and nations;

I've learned to know she can't be caught,

By whip, by spur, or bridle,

She is not caught by running fast,

Nor yet by standing idle.

"While she within thy hopeful heart,

Her wondrous tale rehearses,

In noting all be sure and leave,

A margin for reverses ;

Should'st thou be rich, trust not in wealth,

From thee it may be taken,

But if you put your trust in God,

You'll never be forsaken.

"Men toil to reach the earthly heights,

From which by death they're hurl'd,

Be thine ambition what you'd not
Exchange for all the world;

Should'st thou be poor sit not and sigh,
Nor deem yourself neglected,

The kindest lift that ere I got,
Was when I least expected.

"Grieve not at the decrees of fate,
Though they may be distressing,
A blessing's mixed with every woe,
A woe with every blessing;

The hollow's close beside the height,
Whenever much is given,
Something or other is withheld,
To bring the balance even.

"Look fate and fortune in the face, In that there's worth and merit, The greatest poverty on earth,

Is poverty of spirit;

Have aye some object in your view,

And steadily pursue it,

Nor

grow faint-hearted come what may, But like a man stick to it.

Hope not to find a good on earth,

But what you'll have to pay for, The fruit that drops into the mouth, Is aye devoid of flavour;

If thou wilt lean on any man,

All nature will upbraid thee,

Then trust but to thine own right arm, And to the God who made thee.

"Strive manfully in every strait, And after you have striven,

With clean hands and an upright heart, Leave the result to heaven.

Profess to be but what thou art,

Avoid all affectation,

If thou art truth's thou sitt'st upon
A rock of deep foundation.

"Be guided by your sense of right, Where scripture may not aid you,

For that's the ray from heaven direct, The light from Him who made you. Philosophers are all afloat

Upon a sea of troubles,

They dash like waves against the rock,

To give but birth to bubbles.

"They cannot tell us whence we came,

Or why we were sent hither,

But leave us hopeless in the end,

To go we know not whither.
Trust not in knowledge, small indeed

Is all that we can gather,

But always ask the guidance of

The universal Father.

"There's much which we must teach ourselves,

Which is not taught at college,

Without a sympathetic soul,

How vain is all our knowledge.

Be charitable when you speak

Of man and human nature;

Who finds no worth in human hearts,

Must be a worthless creature.

Heart leaps to heart the world o'er,

Affections draw each other.

Then cherish still within your breast,

Affection's sacred blossom,

Strive to be rich enough to keep

A heart within your bosom.