While fly, and leaf, and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou madest us blind! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life? J. BLANCO WHITE, 1775-1841 THE FUTURE. WHAT AT may we take into the vast Forever? Admits no fruit of all our long endeavor, What can we bear beyond the unknown portal ? Of all our toiling in the life immortal Naked from out that far abyss behind us No word came with our coming, to remind us Into the silent, starless Night before us, Naked we glide: No hand has mapped the constellations o'er us, No comrade at our side, No chart, no guide. Yet fearless toward that midnight, black and hollow, The beckoning of a Father's hand we follow- THE ATHANASIA. HE ship may sink, A hasty death in the bitter sea; But all that I leave EDWARD ROWLAND SILL In the ocean-grave Can be slipped and spared, and no loss to me. What care I, Though falls the sky, And the shrivelling earth to a cinder turn? No fires of doom Let go the breath! There is no death Can ever consume What never was made nor meant to burn. To the living soul, nor loss, nor harm. Not of the clod Is the life of God: Let it mount, as it will, from form to form. CHARLES G. AMES MISCELLANEOUS. A THANKSGIVING. "Thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me." LORD, in this dust Thy sovereign voice First quickened love divine; I am all Thine, - Thy care and choice, I praise Thee, while Thy providence For blessings given, ere dawning sense Blessings in boyhood's marvelling hour, Bright dreams, and fancyings strange; Blessings, when reason's awful power Gave thought a bolder range; a Blessings of friends, which to my door Yet, Lord, in memory's fondest place In kind austereness clad. I would not miss one sigh or tear, And such Thy tender force be still, When self would swerve or stray; Along Thy narrow way. Deny me wealth; far, far remove JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, 1829 THE INWARD WITNESS OF GOD. "WHERE is your God?" they say: Answer them, Lord most Holy! Reveal Thy secret way Of visiting the lowly : Not wrapped in moving cloud, Or nightly-resting fire; Come not in flashing storm, Or bursting frown of thunder: Come in the viewless form Of wakening love and wonder; Of duty grown divine, O God! the pure alone, Yet to each waiting soul IDEALS. ANONYMOUS, 1873. Hymns of Praise and Praves. ANGELS of Growth, of old in that surprise Of your first vision, wild and sweet, ――――――――――― That ye descend my heart to meet, - Now thus I pray: Angelic be to hold Sweet invitation, like a star Fixed in the heavens old. |