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A passage from POLLOK's Course of Time.
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
By which the bark of man could navigate
Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God-
And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set
On earth the counsels of the Eternal One,
Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire this book contain'd; defined the bounds Of vice and virtue, and of life and death; And what was shadow, what was substance taught. This book-this holy book, in every Marked with the seal of high divinity, On every leaf bedew'd with drops of love Divine, and with the eternal heraldry And signature of God Almighty stamp'd, From first to last; this ray of sacred light, This lamp from off the everlasting throne, Mercy brought down, and in the night of time Stands casting on the dark her gracious bow, And evermore beseeching men, with tears And earnest sighs, to read, believe, and live. Hast thou ever heard Of such a book? The author God Himself; The subject, God and man, salvation, life, And death-eternal life-eternal death.
Taken from an old Number of the New Monthly Magazine.
Oh! there is a dream of early youth,
And it never comes again :
That flits across the brain :
So wild, so warm, so new,
That early dream we rue.
Oh! there is a dream of maturer years,
More turbulent by far: 'Tis a vision of blood, and of women's tears,
For the theme of that dream is war :
And shout in the battle array,
Which vanishes away.
Oh! there is a dream of hoary age,
'Tis a vision of gold in store-
To be counted o'er and o'er :
As a refuge from grief and pain,
Where the wealth of the world is vain.
And is it thus, from man's birth to his grave
In the path which all are treading?
From remorse and self-upbraiding?
That the being to whom it is given,
And the theme of that dream is heaven.
Passages for the Memorq.
There is in life no blessing like affection;
Whose sole contentment is to watch and love;
And wealth an empty glitter without love.
Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction;
WORTH OF LIFE.
Let no one judge the worth of life, save he
But age, like double-fronted Janus, looks
THE HAPPY WARRIOR.
Who is the happy warrior? who is he
-'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Who, if he rise to stations of command,
-Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful, with a singleness of aim.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not ;
With some pain is fraught;
Rightly it is said
In alms regard thy means, and others' merit;
Think heaven a better bargain, than to give
Join hands with God to make a man to live.
Christ's stamp to boot: both images regard :
Write so much given to God. Thou shalt be heard ; Let thy alms go before, and keep heaven's gate Open for thee; or both may come too late.
How oft do they their silver bowers leave,
To come to succour us that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward : Oh i why should heavenly love to man have such regard.
VANITY OF AMBITION.
Let he who will climb ambition's glibbery rounds,
I'll not corrival him.
The sun will give
As great a shadow to my trunk as his;
And after death, like chessmen, having stood
Into one bag.
ANGELS AT THE HEARTH.
Old Play, 1601.
How sweet it were, if without feeble fright
Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes
Becomes a double curse:
Her chastening hand improves the good,
While gold in the red ordeal melts,
C. C. COLTON.