NEVER RAIL AT THE WORLD. 252 TWO WAYS. THERE are two ways to live on earth, Two ways to judge, to act, to view; Some beings, wheresoe'er they go, While others, in the ceaseless round Can yet cull flowers from common ground, O, happy they who happy make, Who, blessing, still themselves are blest! CHARLES SWAIN. NEVER RAIL AT THE WORLD. NEVER rail at the world — it is just as we make it: The heart that's in earnest no bars can impede. 254 IN SICKNESS. You question the justice which governs man's breast, And say that the search for true friendship is vain; But remember, this world, though it be not the best, Is the next to the best we shall ever attain. IN SICKNESS. WHEN upon the bed of languor Is gentle words to those around, Thus, in prison hours full often, Saints their rugged beds could smooth; By gentle words to those around, Then, although a prisoner lying IBID. THE CRIPPLE. My soul through tedious hours is sighing Yet in my chamber ne'er be found A dream of selfish sin, But gentle words to those around, And holy thoughts within. 255 REV. W. CALVERT. THE CRIPPLE. I'm a helpless, crippled child; Now, alas! I'm weak and low, Drag along my weary way; Many sleepless nights I live, Slumber to my aching head; 256 THE CRIPPLE. Constant anguish makes it fly And when morning beams return, From my chamber-windows high, I the village green can spy - There I see my fellows gay Let not then the scoffing eye THE BOY AND THE FLOWER. 257 THE BOY AND THE FLOWER. FROM THE DANISH OF HANS ANDERSEN. An angel is bearing to heaven the spirit of a girl, and carries with him a rose. The newly cleansed soul asks the meaning of it. The angel answers: "IN the city we are leaving There lay a dying boy; The bud I bear to heaven "His days were long and dreary, "For he lay from morn to midnight Nor the pleasant country grass. "But when his flower opened He knew the fields were green, "He saw it ere he slumbered, |