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I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with the rising sun,
And mingled into one ;
two summer currents
In peace each other greeting;
G.–Thou'st seen by me, and those who now despise me,
How men of fortune fall, and beggars rise ;
be a knave and prosper.
L.-By making your conduct always correct, that it may bear being viewed on all sides. The more exalted you are the more you will be observed; but if you are determined to care for nobody, nobody will care for you.
Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highway of Usefulness.
G.--Fight down the Wrong, howe'er specious its bearing,
Lighten the burdens about thee by sharing,
Be it the rack, or the prison's dull bars;
Martyr-fires burn as intensely as stars.
Shrink not away from the common and lowly-
Heroes unnumbered before thee have trod; By the sweet light of their blessed example, Work on the field of Love's labor is ampleTrusting Humanity, trusting in Gou!
L.-If sorrow come, resist it not,
Nor yet bow weakly to it;
to meet the heaven-sent storm,
Nor sorrow for its wrong,
It cannot harm thee long :
Its hatred, and its guile,
Friends many, more admirers, but the sum of all
Their care amounts to this, and only this, That as the faded leaves in Autumn fall, So shall their friendship prove but transient bliss.
D. M. A.
It means that
you love, but
dare not express
And count not your dreaming a sin.
He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch
to keep it spotless; Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its
sentinel ; Purity of motive, and nobility of mind shall rarely conde
scend To. prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, and evidence its
worth to others. And it shall be small care to the high and happy con
science What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may
judge. Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal, Or an eagle be stopped in his career to punisl. the petu.
lance of sparrows.
Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the brier at
his feet, Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope and be ambitious ? Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindi
cate her music, Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song? No! many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame; For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness
in brethren, The while it is comforted and happy in the firmest assurince of desert.
I saw on the top of a mountain high
A gem that shone like fire by night;
And dropped to sleep on the lonely height;
its hidden sense impart ?
G.–Long and weary roads are threaded
Step by step unto the end ;
While we shrink from what impend :