IV. AND should the twilight deepen into night, V. AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brain More than the Father's heart rich good invent? Each time we smell the Autumn's dying scent, We know the primrose time will come again; Not more we hope, nor less would soothe our pain. Be bounteous in thy faith, for not mis-spent Is confidence unto the Father lent: Thy need is sown and rooted for his rain. His thoughts are as thine own; nor are His ways Other than thine, but by their loftier sense Of beauty infinite, and love intense. Work on. One day, beyond all thoughts of praise, GEORGE MACDONALD. ISOLATION. MAN dwells apart, though not alone, Yet dreaming on earth's clustered isles, He saith, "They dwell not lone like men," Forgetful that their sun-fleck'd smiles. Flash far beyond each other's ken. He looks on God's eternal suns I would that men were grouped like you!" Yet this is sure, the loveliest star That cluster'd with its peers we see; Only because from us so far Doth near its fellows seem to be. JEAN INGELOW. EXAGGERATION. WE overstate the ills of life, and take The choirs of singing angels overshone By God's clear glory) down on earth to rake The shadow of hills across a level thrown, E. B. BROWNING. Penitence. LEVAVI OCULOS. CRIED to God, in trouble for my sin; To the Great God who dwelleth in the deeps. The deeps return not any voice or sigh. But with my soul I know Thee, O Great God; The soul Thou givest knoweth Thee, Great God; And with my soul I sorrow for my sin. Full sure I am there is no joy in sin; Sin is establish'd subtly in the heart Only the rays of God can cure the heart, In heavenly sunlight live no shades of fear; The Lord is great and good, and is our God. All things are ever God's; the shows of things O great good God, my pray'r is to neglect Then were all shows of things a part of truth : W. ALLINGHAM. SELF-REPROACH. THIS did not once so trouble me, |