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THE perfect sight of duty; thought which
moulds A rounded life, and its true aims beholds. Not the mere holding a great flag un
But making it the goodliest in the Obeisance unto greatness understood; The first step of a human.life toward good.
Be narrow !-as the bud, the flame, the Think what God doth for man ; so mayst But narrow’in thy aim, not at thy heart.
thou know How godlike service is, and serve also.
Cornelia's jewels; blind old Milton's The shadow of a slave who turns his back thought; On the light, and cries, “The universe Job's patience; and the lesson Lazarus is black !”
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"'For Christ and his truth I stand alone In the midst of millions: a sand-grain
blown I would be ready, Lord,
Against yon temple of ancient stone
"As soon may level it!' Faith fors, oku To do, unfinished yet.
My soul, as I turned on the pile to jok:
Then rising, my saddened way I to.sk I would be watching, Lord,
With lamp well trimmed and clear, “To its lofty roof, for the cooler air: Quick to throw open wide the door,
I gazed, and marvelled; how crumbled What time thou drawest near.
The walls I had deemed so firm and fair ! I would be waiting, Lord, Because I cannot know
“For, wedged in a rift of the massive stone, If in the night or morning watch,
Most plainly rent by its roots alone, I may be called to go.
A beautiful peepul-tree had grown: I would be working, Lord,
Whose gradual stress would still expand Each day, each hour, for thee;
The crevice, and topple upon the sand Assured that thus I wait thee well,
The temple, while o'er its wreck should Whene'er thy coming be.
stand I would he living, Lord,
“The tree in its living verdure ! - Who As ever in thine eye;
Could compass the thought ?- The bird
that flew For whoso lives the nearest thee The fittest is to die.
Hitherward, dropping a seed that grew, “Did more to shiver this ancient wall
Than earthquake, — war, --siinoon, - or A BIRD'S MINISTRY.
The centuries, in their lapse and fall! FROM his home in an Eastern bungalow, In sight of the everlasting snow
“Then I knelt by the riven granite there, Of the grand Himalayas, row on row, And my soul shook off its weight of care,
As my voice rose clear on the tropic air : Thus wrote my friend :-
“I had travelled far “"The living seeds I have dropped remain From the Afghan towers of Candahar, In the cleft: Lord, quicken with dew and Through the sand-white plains of Sinde
Then temple and mosque shall be rent
in twain!'” “Andonce, when the daily march was o'er, As tired I sat in my tented door, Hope failed me, as never it failed before.
ERASTUS W. ELLSWORTH.
“In swarming city, at wayside fane,
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WHAT IS THE USE ?
* No glimmer of light (I sighed) appears; I saw a man, by some accounted wise, The Moslem's Fate and the Buddhist's For some things said and done before fear's
Quite overcast, and in a restless muse, “Some pray for wealth, and seem to pray Pacing a path about,
aright; And often giving out:
They heap until themselves are out of “What is the use?”
Yet stand, in charities, not over shoes, Then I, with true respect: What meanest And ask of their old age thou
As an old ledger page, By those strange words, and that unset
What is the use?.... tled brow? Health, wealth, the fair esteem of ample “The strife for fame and the high praise
views, To these things thou art born Is as a man, who, panting up a tower, But he, as one forlorn:
Bears a great stone, then, straining all his "What is the use?”
Heaves it, and sees it make “I have surveyed the sages and their A splashing in a lake. books,
What is the use ? Man, and the natural world of woods and brooks,
“Should some new star, in the fair even. Seeking that perfect good that I would ing sky, choose;
Kindle a blaze, startling so keen an eye But find no perfect good,
Of flamings eminent, athwart the dews, Settled and understood.
Our thoughts would say, No doubt What is the use?
That star will soon burn out.
What is the use? “Life, in a poise, hangs trembling on the beam,
“Who'll care for me, when I am dead Even in a breath bounding to each extreme
and gone? Of joy and sorrow; therefore I refuse Not many now, and surely, soon, not one; All beaten ways of bliss,
And should I sing like an immortal Muse,
Men, if they read the line,
Read for their good, not mine;
What is the use?. “The hoodwinked world is seeking happiness.
“Spirit of Beauty! Breath of golden •Which way!' they cry, 'here?' 'no!'
lyres ! there?' who can guess?' Perpetual tremble of immortal wires ! And so they grope, and grope, and grope, Divinely torturing rapture of the Muse ! and cruise
Thou starry, sole success!
What is the use ?
“Doth not all struggle tell, upon its brow, "Love first, with most, then wealth, dis- That he who makes it is not easy now, tinction, fame,
But hopes to be? Vain hope that dost Quicken the blood and spirit on the game.
And fooling him who sighs.
What is the use ?
“Go pry the lintels of the pyramids; “In woman's love we sweetly are undone, Lift the old kings' mysterious coffin-lidsWilling to attract, but harder to be won, This dust was theirs whose names inese Harder to keep is she whose love we choose.
These mighty monuments
Of mighty discontents.
What is the use?
“Did not hesumitall, whose Gate of Pearls Souls on a globe that spins our lives Blazed royal Ophir, Tyre, and Syrian away, girls,
A multitudinous world, where Heaven l'he great, wise, famous monarch of the
Strangely in battle met,
Their gonfalons have set.
Dust though we are, and shall return to
dust, “O, but to take, of life, the natural good, Yet being born to battles, fight we must; Even as a hermit caverned in a wood,
Under which ensign is our only choice. More sweetly fills my sober-suited views,
We know to wage our best,
God only knows the rest.
Then since we see about us sin and dole,
hand and soul, “Give me a hermit's life, without his Wrestle and succor out of wrong and
beads, His lantern-jawed, and moral-mouthing Grasping the swords of strife, creeds;
Making the most of life? Systems and creeds the natural heart abuse.
Yea, all that we can wield i: worth the end, What need of any book,
If sought as God's and man's most loyal Or spiritual crook ?
friend. What is the use?
Naked we come into the world, and take
Weapons of various skill, “I love, and God is love; and I behold Let us not use them ill. Man, Nature, God, one triple chain of gold,
As for the creeds, Nature is dark at Nature in all sole oracle and muse.
best; What should I seek, at all,
And darker still is the deep human breast. More than is natural?
Therefore consider well of creeds and What is the use?”
Lest thou mayst somewhat fail Seeing this man so heathenly inclined,
Of things beyond the vail. So wilted in the mood of a good mind, I felt a kind of heat of earnest thought; Nature was dark to the dim starry age And studying in reply,
Of wistful Job: and that Athenian sage, Answered him, eye to eye:
Pensive in piteous thought of Faith's
distress; Thou dost amaze me that thou dost mis- For still she cried, with tears:
“More light, ye crystal spheres ! take Thewanderingrivers forthe fountain lake. What is the end of living?- happiness? But rouse thee, man! Shake off this An end that none attain,
hideous death! Argues a purpose vain.
Be man! Stand up! Draw in a mighty
breath! Plainly, this world is not a scope for bliss, This world has quite enough emasculate But duty. Yet we see not all that is,
Come-here is work— begin!
begin. But what and where are we? what now Put thou thine edge to the great weeds -to-day?
So shalt thou find the use of life, and see | To make me own this hind of princes
He went about his work, -such work (From “THE LONDON PUNCH.") You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's Ever had laid on head and heart and bier,
hand, You, who with mocking pencil wont As one who knows, where there's a task to trace,
Who trusts the strength will with the
That God makes instruments to work
Nor tamper with the weights of good
and ill. please.
You, whose smart pen backed up the So he went forth to battle on the side pencil's laugh,
That he felt clear was Liberty's and Judging each step, as though the way Right's, were plain;
As in his peasant boyhood he had plied Reckless, so it could point its paragraph, His warfare with rude Nature's thwart
Of chief's perplexity or people's pain. ing mights,
The iron bark that turns the lumberers
The prairie, hiding the mazed wander
er's tracks. you? Yes, he had lived to shame me from my The ambushed Indian, and the prowling sneer,
bear, To lame my pencil, and confute my Such were the needs that helped his pen,
youth to train :