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"IN ALL LABOR THERE IS PROFIT."
PAUSE not to dream of the future before us;
Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us:
Unintermitting goes up into heaven!
Never the ocean wave falters in flowing;
More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing,
"Labor is worship," the robin is singing;
Speaks to thy soul from out Nature's great heart;
Only man, in the plan, shrinks from his part. "Labor is life." "Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;
Keep the watch wound, or the dark rust assaileth;
Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune.
"Labor is rest" from the sorrows that greet us;
Work, and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow;
"Labor is health:" Lo, the husbandman reaping!
Labor is wealth." In the sea the pearl groweth;
Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee;
Rest not content in thy darkness—a clod;
Let thy Great Deed be thy prayer to thy God.
JOY COMETH WITH THE MORNING.
BRIGHTER Scenes will come to-morrow,
Soar above this world of sorrow,
To the realms beyond the sky!
Life is like a shifting curtain,-
Though with earthly cares surrounded,
Ever pointing to thy rest.
Thus though fierce and wild commotion
Think not thou shalt ever languish
'Neath the griefs that press thee now, Soon shall earth's tumultuous anguish Vex no more thy weary brow.
Storms that rock the earth and ocean,
That may scarce a dewdrop shake.
When life's transitory story
As a dream hath passed away,
Mourner, weep not - Jesus reigneth,
C. B. C.
GERMS OF GOOD.
A TRAVELLER through a dusty road
And one took root, and sprouted up,
Love sought its shade at evening time,
And Age was pleased, in heats of noon,
The dormouse lov'd its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore,
It stood a glory in its place,
A little spring had lost its way
He thought not of the deed he did,
But judg'd that toil might drink.
He passed again-and lo! the well,
By summers never dried,
Had cooled ten thousand parching tongues,
A dreamer dropp'd a random thought;
The thought was small-its issue great :
It sheds its radiance far adown,
A nameless man, amid a crowd
It raised a brother from the dust,
EPITAPH ON A CHILD.
No bitter tears for thee be shed,
Blossom of being! seen and gone. With flowers above we strew thy bed,
O, blest departed one!
Whose all of life, a rosy ray,
Blushed into dawn and pass'd away.