culable happiness and delight to the world, which thanks them in return with an immense kindliness, respect, affection. It may not be our chance, brother scribe, to be endowed with such merit, or rewarded with such fame. But the rewards of these men are rewards paid to our service. We may not win the bâton or epaulettes; but God give us strength to guard the honor of the flag! AFFLICTION. George Herbert. WHEN first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart, I thought the service brave: Besides what I might have Out of my stock of natural delights, Augmented with Thy Grace's perquisites. I looked on Thy furniture so fine, And made it fine to me; Thy glorious household-stuff did me entwine, And 'tice me unto Thee; Such stars I counted mine: both heaven and earth What pleasures could I want, whose King I served, Thus argued into hopes, my thoughts reserved Therefore my sudden soul caught at the place, And made her youth and fierceness seek Thy face. At first Thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses, My days were straw'd with flow'rs and happinesses; But with my years sorrow did twist and grow, Thus doth Thy power cross-bias me, not making Thine own gift good, yet me from my ways taking. Now I am here, what Thou wilt do with me I read, and sigh, and wish I were a tree, - To fruit or shade; at least some bird would trust Yet though Thou troublest me, I must be meek; Well, I will change the service, and go seek Ah, my dear God, though I am clean forgot, But oh! that deep The shadow of ** an. I de light to the world which thanks them Letse kindliness, respect, affection. It ar ein v, brother scrite, to be endowed with rwarded with such fame. But the rewards of waris paid to our service. We may not win ttes; but God give us strength to guard first Thou gav'st me milk and sweetnesses. days were straw'd with flow'rs and happinesses: There was no month but May. with my years sorrow did twist all gro d made a party unawares for wOL. t lest perchance I should tot i E rning my purge to food. The rowest me us doth Thy power cross-bah bt RENE ow I am here, what Thot wit as with me None of my books r read, and sigh, and wist For sure then I shot grow tor shade: at kas suure would that Her household to me air .... will change the servo, aut y k the other master out. 1 dear God though I au can forgog Let me not love Thee. 1 ore Twee not. BEGONE, DULL CARE. BEGONE, dull care! I prythee begone from me: Begone, dull care! thou and I shall never agree. Long time thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me kill; But i' faith, dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will. Too much care will make a young man gray; So merrily pass the day; For I hold it is the wisest thing To drive dull care away. IN AN ALBUM. James Russell Lowell. THE misspelt scrawl, upon the wall |