37 How happy are our ears, How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light; The Eternal Years. [By FREDERICK FABER.] OW shalt thou bear the cross that now Ho dread a weight appears? Keep quietly to God, and think Brave quiet is the thing for thee, One cross can sanctify a soul; Late saints and ancient seers Were what they were because they mused Upon the Eternal Years. 38 Death will have rainbows round it seen If tranquil Hope but trims her lamp. The Evening. [By Mrs. PHŒBE H. BROWN, the faithful mother of many children, one of whom is now a missionary in the East. Mothers may take an interest in knowing that in the original the second line reads, "From children and from care."] I LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day I love in solitude to shed And all His promises to plead I love to think on mercies past, I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, Be calm as this impressive hour, [By JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, born in Haverhill, Mass., 1808.] MOURN no more my vanished Beneath a tender rain, An April rain of smiles and tears, My heart is young again. years: The west winds blow, and, singing low, No longer forward nor behind I plough no more a desert land, I break my pilgrim staff — I lay The angel sought so far away The airs of spring may never play Nor freshness of the flowers of May The woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky. Not less shall manly deed and word wrong; The graven flowers that wreathe the sword But smiting hands shall learn to heal, Nor less my heart for others feel That I the more enjoy. All as God wills, who wisely heeds And knoweth more of all my needs Making the springs of time and sense That death seems but a covered way Wherein no blinded child can stray That care and trial seem at last, 40 Like mountain-ranges overpast, The Rock of Salvation. [By FRANCIS S. KEY, born in Maryland in 1779; died in Washington 1843. He is known as the author of " The Star-Spangled Banner."] F life's pleasures cheer thee, IF Give them not thy heart, Lest the gifts ensnare thee His praises speak, His favor seek, If sorrow e'er befall thee, To thy Saviour flee; He, ever near, thy prayer will hear, The waves of woe shall ne'er o'erflow |