O, How unlike the cumbrous works of man, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile; Legible only by the light they give, Stand the soul-quickening words: Believe and live! WITH outstretched arms, Stern justice and soft-smiling love embrace, What, but the fathomless of love divine COWPER. And rescue both? Both rescue? Both exalt! O, how are both exalted by the deed! The wondrous deed! or shall I call it more? A mystery no less to gods than men. WHAT Adam had, and forfeited for all, YOUNG. GEORGE HERBERT. (See also ATONEMENT, CROSS, CRUCIFIXION.) REFLECTION-MEMORY. THAT which hath been, is now; and that which is to be, hath already been; and God requireth that which is past. ECCLESIASTES, iii, 15. Ask now of the days that are past. DEUTERONOMY, İV, 32. O Lord, Thou hast searched me and known me. Thou knowest my down-sitting and mine up-rising; Thou understandest my thoughts afar off. PSALM CXXXIX, 1. 2. 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to Heaven, And how they might have borne more welcome news. If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe. YOUNG. THINK'ST thou to be concealed, thou little thought, That in the curtained chamber of the soul Dost wrap thyself so close, and dream to do A secret work? Look to the hues that roll In those tremendous books that ne'er unclose How vain thy trust in darkness to repose, Where all things tend to judgment. So beware, O, erring human heart! what thought thou lodgest thera MRS. SIGOURNEY. A SOUL without reflection, like a pile YOUNG. Look at this skeleton of a once green leaf: The worm hath eaten out the tenderer parts, Distinct of structure-made so by decay. COMPANION none is like Unto the mind alone, HENRY TAYLOR, For many have been harmed by speech,- Fear oftentimes restraineth words, Our wealth leaves us at death, But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have; Wherefore, for virtue's sake, I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking spent. LORD VAUX. TIME, as he courses onwards, still unrolls COLERIDGE. THINK that is just; 't is not enough to do, THOMAS RANDOLPH. HAIL, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine, ROGERS. THE Soul's life, mystic Memory, more sublime ANONYMOUS. REGENERATION-RENEWAL. NoT by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost. TITUS, iii, 5. Verily, verily, I say unto thee, except a man be born again, he cannot see the king. dom of God. JOHN, iii, 3. THERE are blest inhabitants of earth, COWPER THE consciousness of faith, of sins forgiver, WHEN man is born anew, And being's perfect bliss is given, While angel-harps rejoice in Heaven- MRS. HALL. THOMAS GRINFIELD. |