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THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN.
All the world's a stage,
NEVER RAIL AT THE WORLD.
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Never rail at the world—it is just as we make it,
HARVEST HOME,
Men of sinew! hale and hearty,
LIFE AND DEATH.
"What is Life, father?"
SHUN DELAYS!
Shun delays, they breed remorse,
NEVER DESPAIR.
Never despair! when the dark cloud is lowering,
HOPE.
There are two little songsters, well known in the land,
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TO COME.
What is to come when we have lived to-morrow?
THE WEAVER'S SONG.
TALK WITH TIME AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR.
Time, old Time, with the forelock gray,
The wisest of us all, when woe,
COMMON TO ALL.
The sunshine is a glorious thing,
THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE.
Thrice, oh, thrice happy shepherd's life and state,
HUMAN FRAILTY.
Can he be fair, that withers at a blast?
UP WITH THE DAWN.
Up with the dawn, ye sons of toil!
THE SEASONS OF LIFE.
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves,
THE QUIET LIFE.
Happy the man whose wish and care,
"A STIEVE HEART AND A STURDY STEP."
Ne'er trow the day will lower throughout,
THE SLUGGARD.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
GONE.
Another hand is beckoning on,
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To him who in the love of Nature holds,
TO PRIMROSES, FILL'D WITH MORNING DEW.
Why do ye weep, sweet babes?
THE OLD WASHERWOMAN.
You busy with the linen see,
IDLENESS.
Can tears,
What heart can think, or tongue express,
BEYOND!
Methinks it is good to be here,
THE VANITY OF LIFE.
Reason thus with life,
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On merrily speeds the shuttle, boys,
LONGING.
Of all the myriad moods of mind,
THE SHADOW OF THE HAND.
"How varied are life's flowery paths,
THE WEAVER'S SONG,
THE COMMON LOT.
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Once in the flight of ages past,
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SHORTNESS OF HUMAN LIFE.
Mark that swift arrow, how it cuts the air,
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LOWLY PLEASURES.
Methinks I love all common things,
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MUTATION.-A SONNET.
They talk of short-lived Pleasure—be it so,
WORK.
What are we set on earth for? Say, to toil,
I call'd two spirits from before God's throne,
SONG OF THE HAYMAKERS.
The noontide is hot and our foreheads are brown,
HUMILITY.
The bird that soars on highest wing,
BELIEVE IN GOD.
"God, my brothers, will not leave us,
THE KINGS OF THE SOIL.
Black sin may nestle below a crest,
ONE BY ONE.
One by one the sands are flowing,
SUBMISSION.
My God, I thank Thee! may no thought,
WORK AWAY!
Work away!
SUNSHINE AND SHOWER.
The heart that is sinking in sorrow,
THE HERITAGE.
The rich man's son inherits lands, .
PRACTICAL PHILOSOPHY.
For the highborn and the low,
WEALTH AND FAME.
Clad with the moss of gathering years,
REFORMER'S HYMN.
Man, work out thine own salvation,
RICH AND POOR.
When God built up the dome of blue,
TOUCHSTONE OF ADVERSITY.
He who hath never warr'd with misery, .
WEEP NOT FOR HER.
Weep not for her!—Oh, she was far too fair,
WORK ON AND WIN.
Attend, O Man!
A BEGGAR THROUGH THE WORLD AM I.
A beggar through the world am I,
OURSELVES.
Nay, be not discouraged; why should you repine,
THE VOICE OF CHEER.
From Heaven there comes a voice of cheer,
HONOUR, GREATNESS, AND FAME.
Honour and shame from no condition rise,
GRAVE THESE COUNSELS ON THY SOUL.
Thou whom chance may hither lead,
HAPPINESS OF HUMBLE WORTH.
He is the happy man whose life e'en now,
FAME.
Oh! who shall lightly say that Fame,
THE BEST ESTATE.
The heart it hath its own estate,
UNKNOWN HEROES.
Oh! 'mid the dazzle and the glare,
THE BEAUTIFUL.
Walk with the Beautiful and with the Grand,
STRIVE, WAIT, AND PRAY.
Strive; yet I do not promise,
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