Then the child set out to follow the sun: For, ever the faster he tried to run, And the evening shades fell heavily, A light wind wafted the fleecy clouds; So the child called out, as he saw them stray, "Little stars, you are wandering out of the way: That is not the way to heaven.” Then he wandered on through the rough, waste lands Where the tangled briers meet, Till the prickles scratched his dimpled hands, And wounded his little feet. He could not see before him well, And the night grew dark and cold: And at last he cried; for he could not tell Then the child knelt down on the damp, green sod, And he said his evening prayer; And he fell asleep as he thought of God, A long, long sleep; for they found him there And he looked like an angel, pale and fair; The sunbeams glanced on the drops of dew Glistening in every varied hue From the German. XXXIX. LABOR. AUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us: Hark! how creation's deep musical chorus Labor is life. 'Tis the still water faileth: Keep the watch wound; for the dark rust assaileth: tune. Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us; Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us; Rest from world-sirens that lure us to ill. Work, and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work, thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow: Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping wil low; Work with a stout heart and resolute will. Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee; Look on yon pure heaven smiling beyond thee; Frances Osgood. I XL. THE KINGDOM OF GOD. SAY to thee, Do thou repeat To the first man thou mayest meet In lane, highway, or open street, That he and we, and all men, move As broad as the blue sky above; That doubt and trouble, fear and pain That weary deserts we may tread; Yet, if we will one Guide obey, And we, on divers shores now cast, And, ere thou leave him, say thou this, — Who will not count it true, that love, And that in it we live and move. And one thing further make him know,- Despite of all which seems at strife Trench. XLI. FOLLOW ME. VOYAGER on Life's troubled sea, Turn from earthly things away: Traveller on the road of Life, |