Go on, though faint and weary, that grief worn form of thine, Though, o'er thy pathway dreary, no hopelight seem to shine— Yet still thou hast a staff 'tis safe to lean upon, A comfort cup to quaff, then cheerily go on. Go on, maybe beside thee is the spirit of thy love, And, certainly, to guide thee, is a hand held forth above; Go on, go on, for o'er thee watch ever angels' eyes, And stretching out before thee a better country lies. Then wrap thy mantle round thee, Nor doubt nor grief confound thee And death's dark valley crossed, Thou lone one and thy lost May meet in heaven again. From the Wife's Manual, CXXI. "Lo, we have left all, and followed Thee."-St. Mark x. 28. AND hast thou left each cherished sin? Yet pierce not to the depth below! Look well, is there no earthly care, Thy burden thou hast brought of grief, Help us, oh Lord! in sorrow's hour MRS. HENRY LYNCH. CXXII.-THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple, heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from the heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labour, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet And come like the benediction Then read from the treasured volume And lend to the rhyme of the poet And the night shall be filled with music, LONGFELLOW. CXXIII. LOSE not sight of Christ in this dark and cloudy day. Learn not from the world to serve Christ, but ask Himself the way: the world is a false copy, and a deceitful guide to follow. RUTHERFORD's Letters. |