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Of the bells, bells, bells
To the sobbing of the bells;
As he knells, knells, knells,
To the rolling of the bells-
To the tolling of the bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
EDGAR ALLAN POE.
SPEAK gently! it is better far
To rule by love than fear ;
The good we might do here.
Speak gently! love doth whisper low
The vows that true hearts bind,
Affection's voice is kind.
Speak gently to the little child !
Its love be sure to gain;
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young for they
Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may,
'Tis full of anxious care.
Speak gently to the agéd one,–
Grieve not the care-worn heart; The sands of life are nearly run:
Let such in peace depart.
Speak gently, kindly to the poor,
Let no harsh tone be heard,
Without an unkind word.
Speak gently to the erring—know
They must have toiled in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so:
Oh, win them back again!
Speak gently! He who gave His life
To bend man's stubborn will, When elements were fierce in strife,
Said to them, “ Peace! be still.”
Speak gently! 'tis a little thing,
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT.
COURAGE, brother, do not stumble,
Though thy path be dark as night;
“Trust in God, and do the right!"
Let the road be rough and dreary,
And its end far out of sight,
“Trust in God, and do the right !”.
Perish “ policy "and cunning !
Perish all that fears the light !
“ Trust in God, and do the right!"
Trust no party, sect, or faction ;
Trust no “ Jeaders " in the fight;
“ Trust in God, and do the right ! ”
Trust no lovely forms of passion :
Fiends may look like angels bright. Trust no custom,“ school,” or fashion.
“ Trust in God, and do the right !” Simple rule and safest guiding,
Inward peace and inward might, , Star upon our path abiding
“ Trust in God, and do the right! Some will hate thee, some will love thee;
Some will flatter, some will slight; Cease from man, and look above thee-“ Trust in God, and do the right !”
CLEON AND I.
CLEON hath a million acres,
Ne'er a one have I;
In a cottage I;
Not a penny I:
of the twain is Cleon and not I.
Cleon, true, possesseth acres,
But the landscape I;
Money cannot buy;
Cleon harbours sloth and dulness,
Freshening vigour I;
Richer man am I.
Cleon is a slave to grandeur,
Free as thought am I:
Need of none have I;
Cleon fears to die;
Cleon sees no charm in nature,
In a daisy I;
In the sea and sky;
Earnest listener I;
A PORTION OF GRAY'S BARD.
Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!