Innocent,

450

Road, An Old

Rose Leaves,

578

Summer and Love,

2 Spring Worship,
450 Spring Memories,
578 Stone Steps,

Summer,.

514

578

706

706

258

514

386

386

130

386

IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT.
IF I should die to-night,

My friends would look upon my quiet face
Before they laid it in its resting place,
And deem that death had left it almost fair;
And, laying snow-white flowers against my
hair,

Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,
And fold my hands with lingering caress.
Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!

If I should die to-night,

My friends would call to mind, with loving thought,

Some kindly deed the icy hand had wrought;
Some gentle word the frozen lips had said;
Errands on which the willing feet had sped:
The memory of my selfishness and pride,
My hasty words, would all be put aside.
And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.

Then of this also I am sure

That Thou didst all these pains endure To abolish Sinn not Wheat. Creatures are good, and have their place Sinn onely, wch did all deface

Thou drivest from his seat.

At the rate of an Incarnation
I could beleeve an Impanation

If Thou hadst dyde for Bread.
But that wch made my soule to dye
My flesh, and fleshy villany

That allso made Thee dead.

That fflesh is there, mine eyes deny :
And what shold flesh but flesh discry,
The noblest sence of five?

If glorious bodies pass the sight
Shall they be food and strength, and might,
Euen there, where they deceiue?

Into my soule this cannot pass
Fflesh (though exalted) keeps his grass
And cannot turn to soule.
Bodyes and Minds are different spheres
Nor can they change their bounds and meres
But keep a constant Pole.

This gift of all gifts is the best,
Thy flesh the least yt I request:

Thou took'st that pledg from mee:
Give me not that I had before,
Or give me that, so I have more,
My God, give mee all Thee.

GEO. HERBERT.

CHILDREN'S EVENING HYMN.
THE little birds now seek their rest;
The baby sleeps on mother's breast;
Thou givest all Thy children rest,
God of the weary.

The sailor prayeth on the sea;
The little ones at mother's knee;
Now comes the penitent to Thee,
God of the weary.

The orphan puts away his fears;
The troubled hopes for happier years;
Thou driest all the mourner's tears,
God of the weary.

Thou sendest rest to tiréd feet,
To little toilers slumbers sweet,
To aching hearts repose complete,
God of the weary.

In grief, perplexity, or pain,
None ever come to Thee in vain;
Thou makest life a joy again,
God of the weary.

We sleep that we may wake renewed,
To serve Thee as Thy children should,
With love, and zeal, and gratitude,

God of the weary.
Good Words.