The Purpose of Life. Till, turning to the western skies, Expiring day, with beauty rife, Points out those glorious crimson dyes Beyond the varied tints of life. CARPENTER. 267 THE PURPOSE OF LIFE. 3AST thou, midst life's empty noises, And the low, mysterious voices Of another clime? Early hath life's mighty question Not to ease and aimless quiet Doth the inward answer tend; But to works of love and duty, As our beings end. Earnest toil and strong endeavour Of a spirit which within Wrestles with familiar evil And besetting sin; And without, with tireless vigour, Steady heart, and purpose strong, In the power of Truth assaileth Every form of wrong. J. G. WHITTIER. THE SPRING-TIME OF LIFE. HE summer comes with rosy wreaths, Brings much the mind to calm and cheer, In spring the farmer ploughs the field In foggy bank or budding thorn; Now youth's the spring-time of your life, And hopes are high and fears are rife, But soon the time will come when you A world with sorrows not a few, With all its stormy strife to share : Happiness. Then as you pass through life along But still be guided by His love. 269 GEORGE DONALD. HAPPINESS. NE morning in the month of May I wandered o'er the hill; Though nature all around was gay, My heart was heavy still. Can God, I thought, the good, the great, These meaner creatures bless, And yet deny our human state The boon of happiness! Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains, Where, in creation's wide domains, The birds wild carolled over head, I questioned Love, whose early ray I questioned Friendship-Friendship mourned, The friends whom fortune hath not turned I asked of Feeling if her skill I asked if Vice could bliss bestow? I questioned Virtue,-Virtue sighed, I questioned Death,—the grisly shade And, "I am happiness," he said, "If Virtue guides thee here!" THE WAY TO BE HAPPY. HERMIT there was, And he lived in a grot, They said he had got; ANON. The Way to be Happy. As I wanted to learn it, I went to his cell, The old hermit said, "Well, "The way to be happy If you have such a plan, Went to his pen And brought me this note When he came back again. ""Tis being, and doing, And having, that make And to have a good heart, 271 PETER PARLEY. |