"The mark of rank in Nature Is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer Makes the sweetness of the strain ! "There's a purpose in pain, Else it were devilish !" "If broken lives may best complete Thy circle, let our fragments fall An offering at Thy feet." SONGS IN SICKNESS. God has use for all thy pain. I TRUST in my soul That the great master hand which sweeps over the whole Of this deep harp of life, if at moments it stretch fetch Its response the truest, most stringent and smart,— Its pathos the purest, from out the wrung heart, Whose faculties, flaccid it may be, if less Sharply strung, sharply smitten, had failed to ex press Just the one note, the great harmony needs. OWEN MERIDITH'S "Lucille." HIS leaf? this stone? It is thy heart; Tit must be crushed by pain and smart, It must be cleansed by sorrow's art Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, To lay before thy dear Lord's feet. T HE same old baffling questions! O my friend I cannot answer them. In vain I send My soul into the dark, where never burn Save that I learned at my mother's knee : "All is of God that is, and is to be, And God is good!" Let this suffice us still Who moveth His great ends unthwarted by the ill. WHITTIER. I KNOW Thy wondrous ways will end In love and blessing, Thou true friend! Enough if Thou art ever near. I know whom Thou wilt glorify And raise o'er sun and stars on high, Thou lead'st through depths of darkness here I WAIT, Till from my veiled brows shall fall This being's thrall, Which keeps me now from knowing all. I'll pluck from Life's full fruited tree, MARY CLEMMER. THE HEY who have learned to pray aright, HE Border-Lands are calm and still, TH And solemn are their silent shades ; I heard them spoken of with dread, But since Thy hand hath led me here And I have seen the Border-LandSeen the dark river flowing near, Stood on its brink as now I stand, There has been nothing to alarm They say the waves are dark and deep, That faith has perished in the river ; They speak of death with fear, and weep, Shall my soul perish? Never! never! I know that Thou wilt never leave And since I first was brought so near The stream that flows to the Dead Sea, I think that it has grown more clear And shallow than it used to be. NCE Pain beat upon my heart ONCE And well-nigh killed it. I shuddered at the smart, But said "God willed it." |