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Think, too, that now thou dost in peril fall.
COUPLETS. - Trench.
To halls of heavenly truth admission wouldst thou win? Oft Knowledge stands without, while Love may enter
Lovingly to each other sun and moon give place, Else were the mighty heaven for them too narrow
Despise not little sins; for mountain-high may stand The pilèd heap made up of smallest grains of sand. Despise not little sins; the gallant ship may sink, Though only drop by drop the watery tide it drink.
God many a spiritual house has reared, but never one Where lowliness was not laid first, the corner-stone.
Rear highly as thou wilt thy branches in the air,
Sin, not till it is left, will duly sinful seem;
When thou art fain to trace a map of thine own heart, As undiscovered land set down the largest part.
Wouldst thou do harm, and yet unharmed thyself abide? None ever struck another, save through his own side.
God's dealings still are love,- his chastenings are alone Love now compelled to take an altered, louder tone.
From our ill-ordered hearts we oft are fain to roam, As men go forth who find unquietness at home.
Why furnish with such care thy lodging of a night, And leave the while thy home in such a naked plight?
When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing
sent, What time will then remain for murmurs or lament?
Envy detects the spots in the clear orb of light,
Thou canst not choose but serve,
man's lot is servitude, But thou hast this much choice, a bad lord or a good.
Before the eyes of men let duly shine thy light,
ground, Fix well thy centre first, then draw thy circles round.
Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face, Nor seen nor loathed until held from us a small space.
If humble, next of thy humility beware,
How fearful is his case whom now God does not
chide When sinning worst, to whom even chastening is de
nied ! God often would enrich, but finds not where to place His treasure, nor in hand nor heart a vacant space.
O, leave to God at sight of sin incensed to be! Sinner, if thou art grieved, that is enough for thee.
Set not thy heart on things given only with intent
Ill fares the child of heaven, who will not entertain On earth the stranger's grief, the exile's sense of
Mark how there still has run, enwoven from above, Through thy life's darkest woof, the golden thread of
Things earthly we must know ere love them: 't is alone Things heavenly that must be first loved and after
The sinews of Love's arm use makes more firm and
strong, Which, being left unused, will disappear ere long. Wouldst thou abolish quite strongholds of self and
sin ? Fear can but make the breach for Love to enter in.
When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY
Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain-top,
spheres. Why win we not at once what we in prayer require ? That we may learn great things as greatly to desire.
The tasks, the joys of earth, the same in heaven will
Only the little brook has widened to a sea.
INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. - Wordsworth.
THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes,
The moon doth with delight
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair ;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And I again am strong:
And all the earth is gay ;
Land and sea
And with the heart of May
Thou child of joy,
Shepherd boy !
Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make ; I see
My heart is at your festival,