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Goodness in Things Ebil.
THERE is some soul of goodness in things evil,
"Tts Nature's law
O what a Glory doth this world put on. O WHAT a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well perform'd and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Couplets. In vain our labours are whatsoe'er they be, Unless God gives the Benedicite. Mercy the wise Athenians held to be Not an affection, but a Deitie. Whatever comes, let's be content withall; Among God's blessings, there is no one small. Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin ; First, Fear and Shame without, then Guilt within. That man must govern with a gentle hand, Who will have love comply with his command. This is my comfort; when Fortune's most unkind, She can but spoil me of my means, not mind. Conquer we shall, but we must first contend; 'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end. Man must do well out of a good intent, Not for the servile fear of punishment. In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Suffering is a Holy Thing.
O Grave, where all things flow,
With your great weight of woe !
Though bosoms torn may be,
The Worth of Hours.
BELIEVE not that your inner eye Can ever in just measure try The worth of Hours as they go by; For every man's weak self, alas! Makes him to see them, while they pass, As through a dim or tainted glass ; But if in earnest care you would Mete out to each its part of good, Trust rather to your after-mood. Those surely are not fairly spent, That leave your spirit bow'd and bent In sad unrest and ill-content: And more,—though free from seeming harm, You rest from toil of mind or arm, Or slow retire from pleasure's charm,If then a painful sense comes on Of something wholly lost and gone, Vainly enjoy'd or vainly done,Of something from your being's chain Broke off, nor to be link'd again By all mere memory can retain,Upon your heart this truth may rise, Nothing that altogether dies Suffices man's just destinies ! So should we live, that every Hour May die as dies the natural flower, A self-reviving thing of power; That every thought and every deed May hold within itself the seed Of future good and future need; Esteeming sorrow, whose employ Is to develop, not destroy, Far better than a barren joy.
MILNE. PART IV.
SOCIAL AND DOMESTIC
Is aught so fair
WITH joy unfeign'd, brothers and sisters meet,
And each for other's welfare kindly speers:
Each tells the uncos that he sees or hears ;
Anticipation forward points the view.