Pray little one, that God may bless And watch her from His throne above With all her own unwearied love. B ENEATH Moriah's rocky side A gentle fountain springs : Silent, and soft its waters glide, The thirsty Arab stoops to drink Siloam is the fountain's name, HINDS. O grant that I, like this sweet well, And spend my life, my all, to tell How full His mercies are! MC'CHEYNE. "Trust in God, and do the Right." OURAGE, brother! do not stumble, Though thy path is dark as night; There's a star to guide the humble: "Trust in God, and do the right." Let the road be long and dreary, Foot it bravely, strong or weary, Perish "policy" and cunning, Perish all that fears the light; Whether losing, whether winning, "Trust in God, and do the right." Trust no forms of guilty passion, Trust no party, church, or faction, Trust no leaders in the fight; But, in every word and action, "Trust in God, and do the right." Some will hate thee, some will love thee, Simple rule, and safest guiding, Star upon our path abiding, "Trust in God, and do the right." N. MC'LEOD. The Passion Flowers of Life. T HE setting sun was sinking fast Behind the heath-clad moor, And as he fell, his rays he threw Upon a cottage door. An old, old man sat in the porch, His grey head moving slow, For eighty years had round it wreathed A grandeur to his aged locks By the bright sun was given, Shedding a halo on his head, As if 'twere ripe for heaven. Upon his knee, by boisterous play There slept a flower of God's own hand,— A little tiny velvet hand Within his own was pressed; A little tiny golden head Lay nestling on his breast. The old, old man, with trembling lip, Recorded stands above. Though "Time, the reaper," on his brow His silver stamp had set; Though heaven called, one link of gold Bound earth to heaven yet. |