Listen! that eloquent whisper, upspring-| From the fine acorn the strong forest Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill. bloweth; Temple and statue the marble block hides. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee! Look to yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee: Rest not content in thy darkness, - a clod! Work for some good, be it ever SO slowly; Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly: JONES VERY. [U. S. A.] THE PRESENT HEAVEN. FATHER! thy wonders do not singly stand, Nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed; Around us ever lies the enchanted land, In marvels rich to thine own sons displayed. Work, and pure slumbers shall wait on In finding thee are all things round us Work, thy pillow; thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow; Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow! Work with a stout heart and resolute will! found; In losing thee are all things lost beside; Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices Open our eyes, that we that world may see! Open our ears, that we thy voice may hear, And in the spirit-land may ever be, near. TO THE PAINTED COLUMBINE. BRIGHT image of the early years When glowed my cheek as red as thou, Come softened by the distant shore; And in this hushed and breathless close, Now Nature sinks in soft repose, JOHN KEBLE, [1796 - 1821.] MORNING. O, TIMELY happy, timely wise, New every morning is the love Fast silent tears were flowing, THE MEN OF OLD. I KNOw not that the men of old Of heart more kind, of hand more bold, I heed not those who pine for force As if they thus could check the course Still is it true and over-true, |