Charity. 1 COR. xiii. THOUGH Cowper's zeal, though Milton's fire Inspired my glowing tongue; Though holier raptures woke my lyre Than ever seraph sung; Though faith, though knowledge from above Mine ardent labors crowned; Did I not glow with Christian love, "Twere but an empty sound. Love suffers long; is just, sincere, Friend of the good, she grieves to hear An erring brother's shame. Meek, holy, free from selfish zeal, To generous pity prone, She envies not another's weal Nor triumphs in her own. No evil, no suspicious thought, She harbors in her breast; She tries us by the deed we've wrought, And still believes the best. CHARITY. Love never fails; though knowledge cease, Though prophecies decay, Love, Christian love, shall still increase, Shall still extend her sway. Here dimly through life's shadowy glass Soon shall the earthborn vapors pass, Then Hope shall sink in changeless doom, But thou, eternal Love, shall bloom, William Peter. 454 The Paar. If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.1 COR. XV. 19. THERE is a mourner, and her heart is broken; Her only hope is in that sacred token Sharon's sweet rose, that blooms and charms her being's night? She lives in her affections; for the grave A joy without regret, a bliss that has no sting. 456 THE POOR. Even as a fountain, whose unsullied wave Her full heart melts, and flows in Heaven's dissolving rays. And faith can see a new world, and the eyes Of saints look pity on her :-Death will come— A few short moments over, and the prize Of peace eternal waits her, and the tomb Becomes her fondest pillow; all its gloom Is scattered. What a meeting there will be To her and all she loved here! and the bloom Of new life from those cheeks shall never flee: Theirs is the health which lasts through all eternity. James G. Percival. Peace in Believing. Take heed, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of unbelief.— HEBREWS iii. 12. THE tree that yields our care and grief, Is from a root of unbelief! The pricking thorns, the arrows fierce, Our spirit and our flesh to pierce- The branch that hangs with clustering woes The flag-staff of the prince of foes- All, all spring up from unbelief: But in Belief we've joy and peace, |