Of all the myriad moods of mind, "How varied are life's flowery paths, On merrily speeds the shuttle, boys, Once in the flight of ages past, Mark that swift arrow, how it cuts the air, Nay, be not discouraged; why should you repine, From Heaven there comes a voice of cheer, Honour and shame from no condition rise, GRAVE THESE COUNSELS ON THY SOUL. SONGS OF LIFE AND LABOUR. A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. ELL me not, in mournful numbers, For the soul is dead that slumbers, Life is real! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, A |