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As thou, O Earth! dost mingle with the mu
sic of the spheres; For they must be prepared below to whom
gold harps are given. And have deep music in their souls to join the choir of heaven.
That place which doth contain
Beaumont & Fletcher.
My never failing friends are they,
And seek relief in woe;
How much to them I owe,
Sir E. Brydges.
They give New views to life, and teach us how to live; They soothe the grieved; the stubborn they
chastise; Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise: Their aid they yield to all, they never shun The map of sorrow, or the wretch undone : Unlike the hard, the selfish and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects what they show to kings.
The soul of song is in their deathless pages Even as the odour in the flower enshrin
ed There the crowned spirits of departed ages
Have left the silent melodies of mind, Listen, oh, listen ! let their high words cheer
thee ! Their swan-like music ringing through all
woes ; Let my voice bring their holy influence near
MEANING OF TÅE LOOK.
THE MEANING OF THE LOOK. “ And the Lord turned and looked upon Peter."
I think that look of Christ might seem to
“Thou Peter! art thou then a common stone Which I at last must break my heart upon, For all God's charge, to his high angels,
may Guard' my foot better? Did I yesterday Wash thy feet my beloved, that they should
run Quick to deny me'neath the morning sun ?And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ? The cock crows coldly.--Go, and manifest A late contrition, but no bootless fear! For when thy deathly need is bitterest, Thou shalt not be denied, as I am hereMy voice, to God and angels, shall attest, Because I know this man, let him be clear."
E. B. Barrett.
Evening steals on nature's calm repose, Like death on beauty,- brightest at its close.
A simple toil, by pleasure overpaid
I have stray'd, Rejoicing in their loveliness :—and now I send thee forth-a many-hued bo
quetA sweet love-token to the children young ;Let thy fair leaves sing to them this
fond lay :“Come to the old haunts, where our kindred
dwell: We were but lowly ones in that bright
train, Yet the soft breeze played o’er us, as o'er
them; With theirs, our petals drank the gentle
rain ; And therefore are we lovely ;-for the air Of that sweet region breathes of Love
and Peace, Truth, Purity, and Beauty :- list our song Come with us, love us, live with us and
Birds in Summer ..
Emily Taylor 48
Mary Howitt. 75
Sir E.Bridges > 149
Mary Howitt. 18
Duty and Reliance