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THE HERO. !
A CALM, still heart, all trustful
In pain, and care, and strife ;-
For dying, and for life:-
“IF THOU CANST NOT DO MUCH, THOU
MUST KEEP QUIET.”
If thou can'st do but little, then keep still, in calm endu
Avoid, so far as in thee lies, what should be left undone. Wait patiently:-if in The Lord thy spirit resteth wholly, His Hand, in thee, and through thee, shall accomplish all
"IT CONCERNS. NOT THE STRANGER.”
I Am a pilgrim here; therefore 'tis nought to me
HOW TO BEAR SUFFERING ARIGHT.
WOULD'st thou a cross endure, as pleases God ?
Then, uncomplaining, bear it silently!
What He doth give thee, cannot evil be.
THE WISE BEE.
On every side I somewhat find that serveth me for food; My search is never vain, if all I seek be Heavenly good. The Bee is ne'er confounded by the flowers' mixed forms
unknown : It seeks and sucks, not poison, but the inner sweets
THE TRANQUIL SOUL IS RICH.
Thou fain would'st have, now this, now that';
Yet art thou still unsatisfied.
Who calmly can in God abide.
“ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.”
All is not good, which outwardly so seemeth ;
All is not ill, which thou so reckonest !
All other must be worthless, at the best.
THE PURGATORY OF LOVE.
Love is a searching Fire, that lets no dross remain :
Self-seeking all is purged away in its keen blast. Give to that flame free, open space; and fear no pain:
It shall become a life of joy to thee at last.
JESUS TO THE SOUL.
WITHIN thyself thou dost retreat, to bear thy load alone : Am I not ever near-canst thou not tell it all to Me? Would'st thou relieve thyself, O thou poor, feeble,
helpless one? I would so gladly help thee ;-only open-hearted be !
Yet a little while of sorrow;
Soon shall end the toil and strife :
Soon sweet Death shall bring new Life.
To the Goal thou soon shalt come :
Soon thy heart shall reach its Home.
Soon shall come the blessed Day,
To His realms of Peace for aye !
“ ABOVE THE CLOUDS BLOWS NO WIND.”
How blessed is the soul that in retirement can abide,
And riseth unto God, above all happiness and pain ! It standeth fast and still, through all Earth's changes that
betide; And presses on, through death, the true and perfect
Life to gain.
PERCHANCE this present hour may be the last for me :
WHAT IS MELTED, FLOWS EASILY
The soul, in sorrow's crucible, is softened and brought
And, like the yielding ore, becometh molten in the heat :
can flow :
FOOD ON THE JOURNEY.
The food is self-denial; and the daily bread is prayer :