All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy hand, and thy heart, and thy brave cheer,
And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand
And share its dew-drop with another near. Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Dare to do right! dare to be true! You have a work that no other can do ; Do it so bravely, so kindly, so well, Angels will hasten the story to tell.
Dare to do right! dare to be true! Other men's failures can never save you.
Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith;
Stand like a hero and battle till death.
Dare to do right! dare to be true! Love may deny you its sunshine and dew.
Let the dew fail, for then showers shall be
Dew is from earth, but the showers are from heaven.
Dare to do right! dare to be true!
God, who created you, cares for you too; Treasures the tears that his striving ones shed, Counts and protects every hair of your head. Dare to do right! dare to be true! Cannot Omnipotence carry you through? City and mansion and throne all in sight, Can you not dare to be true and be right? Dare to do right! dare to be true! Keep the great judgment-seat always in view; Look at your work as you'll look at it then, Scanned by Jehovah and angels and men.
Dare to do right! dare to be true! Prayerfully, lovingly, firmly pursue The path by apostles and martyrs once trod, The path of the just to the city of God. George Lansing Taylor.
20. ACTION, Duty of. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act-act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;- Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, Despising pain, so thou may'st gain Some honor or some golden gravel; But death the while, to fill his number,
With sudden call takes thee from all, To prove thy days but dream and slumber. Joshua Sylvester.
22. ACTION, God's Favor of When Thou dost favor any action, It runs, it flies;
All things concur to give it a perfection. That which had but two legs before, When Thou dost bless, hath twelve: one wheel doth rise
To twenty then, or more.
But when Thou dost on business blow, It hangs, it clogs:
Not all the teams of Albion in a row
Can hale or draw it out of door. [logs, Legs are but stumps, and Pharo's wheels but And struggling hinders more.
What but perdition will it be to most? Life's more than breath and the quick round of blood.
It is a great spirit and a busy heart. [live. The coward and the small in soul scarce do One generous feeling-one great thoughtone deed [seem Of good, ere night, would make life longer Than if each year might number a thousand days
Spent as is this by nations of mankind. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most-feels the noblest,-acts the best.
Philip James Bailey.
25. ACTION, Present. Heart gazing mournfully Back through past years- Bringing sad memories, Laden with tears— Life's hours wasted, Talents abused, Bright opportunities Blindly refused— Close up the record Fraught with such pain; Years that have vanished Return not again. Grasp thou the Present, Be earnest and bold- Fleeting its moments, More precious than gold. Watch and fight bravely Against sloth and sin; Pray for the Spirit,
The victory to win. Cometh the future
Veiled and slow? Go forth to greet her,
For weal or for woe. Bringeth she gladness?
Praise thou the Lord. Bringeth she sadness?
Bow to His word. O'er Past and o'er Future Dim shadows recline. Heart be thou manful; The Present is thine!
If nothing more than purpose is thy power, Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed; Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Edward Young.
27. ACTION, Record of. Though history, on her faded scrolls, Fragments of facts, and wrecks of names Time's indefatigable finger writes [enrolls, Men's meanest actions on their souls, In lines which not himself can blot: These the last day shall bring to light, Though through long centuries forgot, When hearts and sepulchres are bared to sight.
Ah! then shall each of Adam's race, In that concentred instant, trace, Upon the tablet of his mind,
His whole existence in a thought combined, Thenceforth to part no more, but be Impictured on his memory;
-As in the image-chamber of the eye, Seen at a glance, in clear perspective, lie Myriads of forms of ocean, earth, and sky. James Montgomery.
There's room here for the weakest man alive To live and die,-there's room too, I repeat, For all the strongest to live well and strive, Their own way, by their individual heat, Like a new bec-swarm leaving the old hive, Despite the wax which tempts so violet-sweet. Then let the living live, the dead retain Their grave-cold flowers! through honor's best supplied,
By bringing actions to prove theirs not vain. Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
29. ACTIVITY, Christian.
Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold? Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding
grief? [gold. Pour blessings round thee like a shower of 'Tis when the rose is wrapt in many a fold, Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty; not when, all unrolled, Leaf after leaf, its bosom, rich and fair, Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air.
Wake, thou that sleepest in enchanted bowers, Lest these lost years should haunt thee on the night [hours When death is waiting for thy numbered To take their swift and everlasting flight;
Some high or humble enterprise of good Contemplate till it shall possess thy mind, Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food, And kindle in thy heart a flame refined. Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to To this thy purpose-to begin, pursue, [bind With thoughts all fixed and feelings purely kind; [view, Strength to complete, and with delight re- And grace to give the praise where all is ever due.
Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, Shalt bless the earth while in the world above: The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, [mortal bowers. And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's im- Carlos Wilcox.
30. ACTIVITY, Incentives to. Make haste, O man, to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like the breeze; How swift its moments fly!
To breathe, and wake, and sleep, To smile, to sigh, to grieve; To move in idleness through earth, This, this is not to live!
Make haste, O man, to do
Whatever must be done; Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, Thy day will soon be gone.
Up then with speed, and work; Fling ease and self away; This is no time for thee to sleep, Up, watch, and work and pray!
The useful, not the great,
The thing that never dies; The silent toil that is not lost,- Set these before thine eyes. The seed, whose leaf and flower, Though poor in human sight, Brings forth at last the eternal fruit, Sow thou by day and night. Make haste, O man, to live, Thy time is almost o'er:
O sleep not, dream not, but arise, The Judge is at the door.
Make haste, O man, to live! Horatius Bonar.
There is a fire-fly in the southern clime Which shineth only when upon the wing; So it is with the mind: when once we rest, We darken. On! said God unto the soul As to the earth, forever. On it goes, A rejoicing native of the infinite-
As a bird of air-an orb of heaven.
Philip James Bailey.
32. ACTIVITY, Thrift of. Good striving Brings thriving. Better a dog who works Than a lion who shirks.
33. ADAM AND EVE, Description of. Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honor clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all, And worthy seem'd: for in their looks divine, The image of their glorious Maker, shone Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure (Severe but in true filial freedom plac'd), Whence true authority and men; though both Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd: For contemplation he, and valor form'd; For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him: His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad:
She as a veil down to the slender waist Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevel'd, but in wanton ringlets way'd As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd, Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay. Nor those mysterious parts were then con- ceal'd;
Then was not guilty shame, dishonest shame Of nature's works; honor dishonorable, Sin-bred, how have ye troubled all mankind With shows instead, mere shows of seeming
And banish'd from man's life his happiest life, Simplicity and spotless innocence ! [sight So pass'd they naked on, nor shunn'd the Of God or Angel, for they thought no ill : So hand in hand they pass'd, the loveliest pair That ever since in love's embraces met; Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Under a tuft of shade that on a green [side Stood whisp'ring soft, by a fresh fountain They sat them down; and after no more toil Of their sweet gard'ning labor, than suffic'd To recommend cool zephyr, and made case More easy, wholesome thirst and appetite More grateful, to their supper fruits they fell, Nectarine fruits which the compliant boughs Yielded them, sidelong as they sat recline
On the soft downy bank damask'd with flow'rs. The savory pulp they chew, and in the rind Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming
Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple link'd in happy nuptial league, Alone as they. About them frisking play'd All beasts of th' earth, since wild, and of all In wood or wilderness, forest or den; [chase Sporting the lion ramp'd, and in his paw Dandled the kid; bears, tigers, ounces, pards, Gambol'd before them; th' unwieldly ele- phant, [wreath'd To make them mirth, us'd all his might, and His lithe proboscis; close the serpent sly Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine His braided train, and of his fatal guile Gave proof unheeded.
What, shall I see thy warm and gentle limbs Stiffen in death, and live myself? How live? Alone? Or peradventure God will take Another rib, and form another Eve? Nay, we are one. My heart, myself am thine. Our Maker made us one. Shall I unmake His union? and transfer from heart to heart My very life? Far higher I deem of love, No transferable perishable thing, But flowing from its secret fountain, God, Like God immortal and immutable. But oh, what follows? Adam, be thou sure Of thy inflexible resolve-death, death: Both cannot live, and therefore both must die."
So saying, from her hand he took and ate, Not circumvented by the serpent's fraud, But blindly overcome by human love, Love's semblance, which belied its name, denying
The Great Creator for the creature's sake. Edward Henry Bickersteth.
34. ADAM AND EVE, Transgressions of With fatal and disastrous ease Lifting her hand into the clustering boughs, She touch'd, she took, she tasted. One small taste [seem'd, Of Sufficed. Her eyes were open'd; and she The moorings cut which bound her to the shore,
Launch'd on an ocean of delights. Alas, Perfidious sea, on which the fairest bark E'er floated suffer'd foulest wrong and wreck! Awhile as in a dream she stood, but soon Her scatter'd thoughts recall'd and from the boughs
Selecting one loaden with luscious fruit She pluck'd it bower'd in leaves, and took
To seek her absent lord. Him soon she met Returning with no laggard steps; for when The serpent slid with such strange haste away The loitering minutes hours appear'd, and A strange solicitude unknown before [then Began to creep around his boding heart, And he retraced his path. But when he saw Eve with flush'd cheek and agitated mien Advancing, in her hand that fatal branch, His heart sank, and his lip quiver'd. And
35. ADAM, Conjugal Devotion of.
O fairest of creation, last and best
all God's works, creature in whom ex- celled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflowered, and now to death
Rather, how hast thou yielded to transgress The strict forbiddance, how to violate The sacred fruit forbidden!
Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown, And me with thee hath ruined, for with Certain my resolution is to die. [thee How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
However, I with thee have fixed my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. John Milton.
36. ADAM, The Fall of
From the bough She gave him of that fair enticing fruit With liberal hand; he scrupled not to eat Against his better knowledge, not deceiv'd, But fondly overcome with female charm. Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan,
Sky lour'd, and muttering thunder, some | The one is a sprinkle, the other a shower
Wept at completing of the mortal sin Original; while Adam took no thought, Eating his fill, nor Eve to iterate [soothe Her former trespass fear'd, the more to Him with her lov'd society that now As with new wine intoxicated both, They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel Divinity within them breeding wings Wherewith to scorn the earth; but that false Far other operation first display'd, [fruit Carnal desire inflaming; he on Eve Began to cast lascivious eye, she him As wantonly repaid. John Milton.
37. ADAPTATION, Utility of. A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the forge were but sorry craftsmen :
And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall reach her port;
Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their talents, But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end;
And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the bushel of commerce, While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy;
The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek is fattening in a hotbed, And the dock, with its rank leaves, hideth the sun from violets. [orable use; To everything a fitting place, a proper, honThe humblest measure of mind is bright in its humbler sphere;
The blind at an easel, the palsied with a graver, the halt making for the goal, The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer discoursing eloquence,—
What wonder if all fail? the shaft flieth wide of its mark
Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be strung awry.
Martin Farquhar Tupper.
38. ADIEU, Import of.
Adieu! adieu! what means adieu! My soul to God commending you. Then 'tis the dearest, sweetest word Love ever spoke or ever heard;
And tho' but used when meetings cease, And friend from friend departs in peace; That sweetest, dearest word would tell Not less for welcome than farewell.
Let mine be the rainbow, the dew may be James Gates Percival. 40. ADVENT, Awaiting the.
Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night,
And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright;
But woe to that dull servant whom the Master shall surprise
With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes!
Do thou, my soul, beware, beware, lest thou in sleep sink down,
Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden crown;
But see that thou be sober, with watchful eyes, and thus [upon us!" Cry "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy
That day, the day of fear, shall come: my soul, slack not thy toil,
But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil;
Who knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide,
'Behold, the Bridegroom comes! Arise! Go forth to meet the Bride."
Beware, my soul; beware, beware, lest thou in slumber lie,
And, But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on
like the five, remain without, and knock and vainly cry;
His own bright wedding-robe of light,-the glory of the Son.
Tr. from the Greek by G. Moultrie.
41. ADVENT, Prayer for the.
Come, Lord, and tarry not: Bring the long-looked-for day, Oh why these years of waiting here, These ages of delay ?
Come, for thy saints still wait; Daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come, Dost thou not hear the cry?
Come, for creation groans, Impatient of thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill, These ages of delay.
Come, for thy Israel pines,
An exile from thy fold;
O call to mind thy faithful word, And bless them as of old.
Come, for thy foes are strong; With taunting lip they say, "Where is the promised Advent now, And where the dreaded day?"
Come, for the good are few;
They lift the voice in vain,
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