All else is mystery. Why evil lives 'HE clouds may rest on the present, THE And sorrow on days that are gone, With so wholly dark a lot, But the heart by turning the picture PHOEBE CARY. "HE stars are in the sky all day : And hovering shadows cool the west Steal forth those starry shapes all fair- There all day long, unseen, unguessed, I wonder if the world is full Of other secrets beautiful. As little guessed, as hard to see, Into the dusk steal noiselessly, Sweet faces that we used to know, Dear eyes like stars that softly glow, SUSAN COOLIDGE. "Down, thou climbing sorrow! thy element is below!" "Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts, and all without and within is dismal, cold and dark." "Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours He knows ye not, ye Heavenly Powers!" "Grief within our hearts grows strong SONGS IN HEAVINESS. "Strike! Thou the anthem, we, Thy keys!" I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Of yon gray blank sky, we might grow faint Round our aspirant souls. But since the scope For a few days consumed in loss and taint ? And, like a cheerful traveler, take the road |