If I could mend a broken cart to-day, To-morrow make a kite, to reach the sky She was more blissfully content than I. EVEN IN A PALACE. I. MARCUS AURELIUS. SUCH as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then with a continuous series of such thoughts as these: for instance, that where a man can live, there he can also live well. But he must live in a palace: well, then, he can also live well in a palace. EVEN IN A PALACE. II. MATTHEW ARNOLD. "Even in a palace, life may be led well!" Our freedom for a little bread we sell, And drudge under some foolish master's ken, "Even in a palace!" On his truth sincere Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win, COMPLAINT OF THE BIRD IN A DARK ROOM. JEAN PAUL RICHTER. "AH!" sighed the imprisoned bird, "how unhappy were I in my eternal night, but for those melodious tones which sometimes make their way to me like beams of light from afar, and cheer my gloomy day. But I will myself repeat these heavenly melodies like an echo, until I have stamped them in my heart; and so I shall be able to comfort myself in my darkness!" Thus spoke the little warbler and soon had learned the sweet airs that were sung to it with voice and instrument. That done, the curtain was raised; for the darkness had been purposely contrived to assist in its instruction. O man! how often dost thou complain of overshadowing grief and of darkness resting upon thy days! And yet what cause for complaint, unless indeed thou hast failed to learn wisdom from suffering? Is not the whole sum of human life a veiling and an obscuring of the immortal spirit of man? Then first, when the fleshly curtain falls away, may it soar upward into a region of happier melodies! THE BOY AND THE ANGEL. ROBERT BROWNING. MORNING, evening, noon, and night, Then to his poor trade he turned, Hard he labored, long and well: But ever, at each period, He stopped and sang, Praise God! Then back again his curls he threw, And cheerful turned to work anew. Said Blaise, the listening monk, "Well done; "As well as if thy voice to-day Were praising God, the Pope's great way. "This Easter Day, the Pope at Rome Praises God from Peter's dome." Said Theocrite, "Would God that I Might praise Him, that great way, and die!" Night passed, day shone; And Theocrite was gone. With God a day endures alway: God said in heaven, " Nor day nor night Then Gabriel, like a rainbow's birth, Entered, in flesh, the empty cell, Lived there, and played the craftsman well; And morning, evening, noon, and night, And from a boy, to youth he grew ; The man matured and fell away And ever o'er the trade he bent, And ever lived on earth content. (He did God's will; to him, all one If on the earth or in the sun.) God said, "A praise is in mine ear; "So sing old worlds, and so New worlds that from my footstool "Clearer loves sound other ways: I miss my little human praise." go. Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fell The flesh disguise, remained the cell. 'Twas Easter Day: he flew to Rome, And paused above Saint Peter's dome. In the tiring-room close by With his holy vestments dight, And all his past career Since when, a boy, he plied his trade, And in his cell, when death drew near, |