This were not hard; but if through long
Prosaic years we do not tire,

Can in small things be tried yet true,

This is to live as heroes do.

JOSEPH W. SUTPHEN.

WHAT

else remains for me?

To build a new life on a ruined life.

OW shalt thou bear the cross that now

How

So dread a weight appears

Keep quietly to God, and think

Upon the Eternal Years.

Bear gently, suffer like a child,

Nor be ashamed of tears:

Kiss the sweet cross, and in thy heart
Sing of the Eternal Years.

And know'st thou not how bitterness

An ailing spirit cheers ?

Thy medicine is the strengthening thought

Of the Eternal Years.

FABER.

HUMILITY is the base of every virtue,

God keeps all His pity for the proud.

BAILEY.

W

WHEN all the weary toil with which we wrought At our life's work, undaunted by defeat, Falls from the nerveless grasp, the goal we sought All unattained, our work all incomplete:

Count not God's plan defeated in the life

He gave to us, nor all our toil in vain, Because we are not victors in the strife:

Who bravely fights and nobly bears his pain,

Wrests victory from defeat. Not what we win,
But what we strive for, doth the Master heed.
If what we sought to be we have not been,
Our striving may have helped another's need.

LAURA B. BOYCE.

Go

OD'S justice is a bed, where we
Our anxious hearts may lay,
And weary with ourselves, may sleep
Our discontent away.

I

HAVE borne scorn and hatred,

I have borne wrong and shame, Earth's proud ones have reproached me,

For Christ's thrice-blessèd name :
Where God's seal set the fairest,

They've stamped their foulest brand;
But judgment shines like noonday
In Immanuel's land.

H, deem not they are blest alone whose lives a peaceful tenor keep: For God who pities man, hath shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.

The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears:
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.

There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night: And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

Nor let the good man's trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny : Though with a pierced and broken heart And spurned of men he goes to die.

For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay,

For all his children suffer here!

BRYANT.

THE

'HE moon was pallid but not faint ;
And beautiful as some fair saint,

Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars.
They were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and purity.

LONGFELLOW.

HEART, my heart, be strong!

Thou art shrinking from the pain,
Wilt thou seek a rest from pain?
Seek rest-while on earth remain
Sin and shame and wrong?

Heart, my heart, seek naught;
Naught for self. Thou art so lonely?
Christ into the desert lonely

Calleth great souls:-Heart, so only
Can thy work be wrought.

Heart, my heart, be still;
Thou art crying out for love,
Breaking, for the lack of love.
Love abides with God above-

Bear thou here the ill.

A. WERNER.

LEST, by whom most the cross is known;

Blood whets us on his grinding-stone

Full many a garden 's dressed in vain,
Where tears of sorrow never rain.
In fiercest flames the gold is tried,
In griefs the Christian 's purified.

Midst crosses, faith her triumph knows,
The palm-tree pressed more vigorous grows;
Go, tread the grapes beneath thy feet,
The stream that flows is full and sweet.
In trouble, virtues grow and shine,
Like pearls beneath the ocean brine.