THE

HE man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free

From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity;

The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent,—

That man needs neither towers

Nor armour for defence,

Nor secret vaults to fly

From thunder's violence:

He only can behold

With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares
That fate or fortune brings,

He makes the heaven his book,
His wisdom heavenly things:

Good thoughts his only friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.

THOMAS CAMPION

LORD, I on every day

With grateful heart would say,

"Thy truths are sure and beautiful;
How can my life grow dull?"

And when I eat and drink,
I joyfully would think,
That all Thou hast created good
May be a wise man's food.

I'll cry,

"How sweet would be the sound

Were all but brothers found!'

And when my friends at night

Count my return delight,

"

I'll think how pleased my God will be

His child in heaven to see.

THOMAS T. LYNCH

THOUGH the righteous be prevented with death, yet shall he be in rest.

For honourable age is not that which standeth in length of time, nor that is measured by number of years. But wisdom gray hair unto men, and an unspotted life is old age.

is the

He pleased God, and was beloved of Him: so that living among sinners he was translated. Yea, speedily was he taken away, lest that wickedness should alter his understanding, or deceit beguile his soul.... He, being made perfect in a short time, fulfilled a long time.

This the people saw and understood it not to what end the Lord hath set him in safety. Wisdom of Solomon

THEY that love beyond the World cannot be separated by it.

Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship.

If Absence be not Death, neither is it theirs. Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still.

For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.

In this Divine Glass they see Face to Face; and their converse is Free, as well as Pure.

This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal.

WILLIAM PENN