Old Time will end our story; YOUNG. But no time, if we end well, will end our glory. To stamp the seal of time on aged things; towers. SHAKSPEARE. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years, It is ten o'clock; Thus may we see how the world wags; SHAKSPEARE. Ceaselessly the weaver, Time, Sitteth at his mystic loom, As he weaves our web of doom. W. H. BURLEIGH. Time lays his hand On pyramids of brass, and ruins quite DAVENANT. GAY. Adorner of the ruin; comforter Time, in advance, bebind him hides his wings, | O Time! thou beautifier of the dead; And only healer when the heart hath bled; 316 TIME-TOIL-TO-MORROW - TREACHERY. SHAKSPEARE. Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more triumph for devils, and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God. BROWNING. For pleasures, vanities, and hates, The compact we renew, And Judas rises in our hearts, We sell our Saviour too. How for some moments' vain delights We will embitter years, And in our youth lay up for age Only remorse and tears! MISS LANDON. There walks Judas, he who sold Yesterday his Lord for gold; Sold God's presence in his heart For a proud step in the mart. LOWELL. We barter life for pottage; sell true bliss Think on th' insulting scorn, the conscious Thus, Esau-like, our Father's blessing miss, pangs, The future miseries that await th' apostate. Then wash with fruitless tears our faded crown. DR. JOHNSON. KEBLE. TREACHERY-TRIAL-TRUST IN GOD. They promised money, so he broke The last most sacred tie, And sold the Master whom he served, In mortal pangs to die. MRS. SIGOURNEY. Return, once more return, O wanderer, to thy God; TRUST IN GOD. 317 Great God! thou art the flowing spring of light; Enrich mine eyes with thy refulgent ray: Thou art my path, direct my steps aright, I have no other light, no other way; I'll trust my God, and him alone pursue; A voice yet on thee calls, a finger points the His law shall be my path, his heavenly light my clue. QUARLES. God shall be my hope, My stay, my guide, and lantern to my feet. SHAKSPEARE. I will not let Thee go, Thou help in time of need! Heap ill on ill, I trust Thee still, E'en when it seems as Thou wouldst slay indeed! Do as as Thou wilt with me, I yet will cling to Thee! Hide Thou thy face, yet, help in time of need, I will not let Thee go! From the German of DESZLER. Shed kindly light amid the encircling gloom, And lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see still "Twill lead me on Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. "LYRA APOSTOLICA." I should on God alone so much depend, That I should need nor wealth, nor other friend. WITHER. I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust; Or life, or death is equal; neither weighs; All weight is this: O let me live to Thee! YOUNG. |