Shut in with dreams of days gone by,
With buried joys that are born to die;
Shut in with hopes that have lost their zest,
And leave but a longing after rest.

Shut in with a trio of angels sweet,
Patience and grace all pain to meet,

And faith that can suffer, and stand and wait,
And lean on the promises strong and great.

NTO the hills I lift mine eyes,"

"UNTO

And following them I seek the skies To which they point and seem to say Christ is our strength by night as day.

I take the lesson to my heart.
Dear Lord, let me not grow apart

From that sweet faith which bids hope rise
And like those mountains seek the skies,
Where thou dost dwell in all thy might,
To guard thy people day and night.

"Unto the hills," yes, unto Thee

Mine eyes shall turn most hopefully.
For hills and walls shall crumble, Lord,

But they who rest upon Thy word
Shall stand secure, and know Thee true,

Though skies of life be gray or blue.

"He has not learned the lesson of a life who does not every day surmount a fear."

Write on your doors the saying, wise and old,
Be bold! be bold!' and everywhere Be bold!''

"Go forth and meet the shadowy future without fear, and with a manly heart."

"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid!"

SONGS IN FEAR.

"Go and dare before you die!"

"Our valors are our best gods."

IS the bold who win the race,

'TIS

Whether for gold, or love, or name;

'Tis the true ones always face

Dangers and trials, and win a place,

A niche in the fane of fame.

WORKMAN of God, oh, lose not heart!

WORKMA

But learn what God is like;

And in the darkest battle-field,

Thou shalt know where to strike.

"SONGS OF DEVOTION."

O breathe it in the ear

Gor all who doubt and fear,

Of

And say to them, "Be of good cheer!"

LONGFELLOW.

'HERE is a grandeur in the soul that dares

THE

To live out all the life God lit within; That battles with the passions hand to hand, And wears no mail, and hides behind no shield; That plucks its joy in the shadow of death's wing, That drains with one deep draught the wine of life, And that with fearless foot and heaven-turned eyes, May stand upon a dizzy precipice,

High over the abyss of ruin and not fall.

SARA J. Clarke.

PLAN not, nor scheme, but calmly wait;

His choice is best,

While blind and erring is thy sight;
His wisdom sees and judges right;
So trust and rest.

Strive not, nor struggle; thy poor might
Can never wrest

The meanest thing to serve thy will;
All power is His alone; be still,
And trust and wait.