Он, sweeter than the sweetest flower,
At evening's dewy close,
The will, united with the power,

To succour human woes.

And softer than the softest strain
Of music to the ear,

The placid joy we give and gain
By gratitude sincere.

True helpful kindness strikes a root
That dies not nor decays,

And coming life shall yield the fruit
Which blossoms now in praise.

The youthful hopes which now expand
Their green and tender leaves,
Shall spread a plenty o'er the land
In rich and yellow sheaves.

Drennan.

WORK! it is the highest mission,
Work! all blessings centre there
Work for culture, for the vision
Of the true, and good, and fair.

'Tis of knowledge the condition,
Opening still new fields beyond;
'Tis of thought the full fruition,
'Tis of love the perfect bond.

Work! by labour comes th' unsealing Of the thoughts that in thee burn; Comes in action the revealing

Of the truths thou hast to learn.

Work! in helping loving union,

With thy brethren of mankind; With the foremost hold communion, Succour those who toil behind.

For true work can never perish ;
And thy followers in the way
For thy works thy name shall cherish-
Work! while it is called to-day.

F. M. White.

RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new ; Ring, happy bell, across the snow : The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be!

Tennyson.

A VOICE by Jordan's shore,

A summons stern and clear: Reform! Be just, and sin no more! God's judgment draweth near!

A voice by Galilee,

A holier voice I hear :

Love God! Thy neighbour love! for see, God's mercy draweth near!

O voice of Duty, still

Speak forth; I hear with awe : In thee I own the sovereign will, Obey the sovereign law.

Thou higher voice of Love, Yet speak thy word in me; Through duty let me upward move To thy pure liberty!

S. Johnson.

He who has the truth, and keeps it,
Keeps what not to him belongs,
But performs a selfish action

That his fellow-mortal wrongs.

He who seeks the truth, and trembles
At the dangers he must brave,
Is not fit to be a freeman,

He at best is but a slave.

He who hears the truth and places
Its high promptings under ban,
Loud may boast of all that's manly,
But can never be a man.

Be thou like the noble ancient--
Scorn the threat that bids thee fear;
Speak! no matter what betide thee;
Let them strike, but make them hear.

Be thou like the first apostles-
Be thou like heroic Paul;

If a free thought seek expression,

Speak it boldly-speak it all!

Whittier.