* 58 * THE SWEET SONG OF SONGS. THE leaf-tongues of the forest, the flower-lips of the sod, The happy birds that hymn their rapture in the ear of God, The summer wind that bringeth music over land and sea, Have each a voice that singeth this sweet song of songs to me: "This world is full of beauty, like other worlds above, And if we did our duty it might be full of love." * 59 * G. MASSEY. SONG OF LIFE. A TRAVELLER through a dusty road And one took root and sprouted up Love sought its shade at even-time And Age was pleased, in heats of noon, The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, The birds sweet music bore: It stood a glory in its place, A blessing evermore ! A little spring had lost its way He walled it in, and hung with care He thought not of the deed he did, He passed again, and lo! the well, Had cooled ten thousand parchéd tongues, A dreamer dropped a random thought; A simple fancy of the brain, It shone upon a genial mind, The thought was small- its issue great: It sheds its radiance far adown, A nameless man, amid a crowd A whisper on the tumult thrown, It raised a brother from the dust, O germ! O fount! O word of love! * 60 * C. MACKAY. GOOD LIFE, LONG LIFE. HE liveth long who liveth well; He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. Then fill each hour with what will last; 1 at random, without any aim or purpose. Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure, Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright, Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, H. BONAR. * 61 * THE NOBLE NATURE. It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make men better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of Light: BEN JONSON. * 62 * OUR STATE. THE South land boasts its teeming cane; 1 sear, withered. Rough, bleak, and hard, our little State From autumn frost to April rain, Yet on her rocks and on her sands And wintry hills the schoolhouse stands The riches of the Commonwealth 2 s; Are free strong minds and hearts of health; For well she keeps her ancient stock, Nor heeds the sceptic's puny hands, While near her school the church-spire stands ; Nor fears the blinded bigot's rule, While near her church-spire stands the school. J. G. WHITTIER. 1 strait, limited. 2 Commonwealth, the State. |