And peace; who skims that troubled sea,
Returns the olive branch to Thee.

Farewell, thou dark and stormy world;
Farewell thy grief and fear;

The port is won, the sails are furled,
Ye cannot touch me here!

But welcome, peace and rapture, now,
And, O my Saviour, welcome Thou!
Townsend.

3050. WORSHIP, Social. There is a joy, which angels well may prize; To see, and hear, and aid God's worship, when [men, Unnumbered tongues, a host of Christian Youths, matrons, maidens join. Their sounds arise,

"Like many waters: now glad symphonies Of thanks and glory to our God; and then, Seal of the social pray'r, the loud Amen! Faith's common pledge; contrition's mingled cries. [young, Thus, when the Church of Christ was hale and She called on God, one spirit and one [new strung, Thus from corruption cleansed, with health Her sons she nurtured. O, be theirs the choice,

voice:

What duty bids, to worship heart and tongue, At once to pray, at once in God rejoice! Bishop Mant.

3051. WORSHIP, True. True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form. The bended knee, the eye uplift is all [bear. Which man need render; all which God can What to the faith are forms? A passing speck,

A crow upon the sky. God's worship is
That only He inspires; and His bright words,
Writ in the red-leaved volume of the heart,
Return to Him in prayer, as dew to heaven.
Our proper good we rarely seek or make;
Mindless of our immortal powers and their
Immortal end, as is the pearl of its worth,
The rose its scent, the wave its purity.
Philip James Bailey.

3052. WORTH, Men of.

God gives us men. A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands:

Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor-men who will not lic;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And scorn his treacherous flatteries without
winking;

Tall men sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty, and in private thinking-
For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn
creeds,

Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps.

3053. WRATH, Victims of.

'Tis not the want of time, nor means, nor good

intent,

That has these millions to perdition sent; But 'tis the Siren who, his victims to betray, Persuades with honeyed words repentance to [song Delay 's the Siren's name, whose fascinating Lures and deceives the maddened, swelling throng.

delay.

[gates, Delay 's the fatal cause that bars the heavenly And tortures with an agony which ne'er abates. 3054. YEAR, Old and New.

No pause, no rest, no visual line

Between the years that come and go!
For some too fast, for some too slow;
Time never stops to sleep or dine,
But on and on with steady flight
He keeps, untired, by day-by night,
And boys and girls, ere yet aware,
Find threads of silver in their hair,

Their love of quiet growing stronger;
And, haply, by these tokens know,
What kind friends told them long ago,
That they are boys and girls no longer.
Still on-as silent as a ghost!

Seems but a score of days, all told,
Or but a month or two at most,

Since our last New Year's song we trolled, And lo! that New Year now is Old. And here we stand to say "Good-by!" Brief words-and yet, we scarce know why, They bring a moisture to the eye,

And to the heart some quakes and aches; We speak them very tenderly, With half a sob and half a sigh"Old Year, good-by! Old Year, good-by!" For what it brought, for what it takes, We love it, and for loved ones' sakes; Prized for its hours of happiness, Nor for its sacred sorrows less; For all it gave through toil and strife Of new significance to lifeNew breadths, new depths, new heights subAnd, haply, kingship over Time! Accept our thanks, Old Year! for these, And for all precious memories of love, of grief, of joy, of pain, Whose ministry was not in vain.

[lime,

And so we sadly lay, Old Year!
Our love-wreath on thy snowy bier,
Our love-wreath, moistened by a tear;
And, turning from our brief adieu,
With kindly welcome hail the New;
True to the Ruling Power, we sing, [King!
"The King is dead!" "Long live the
W. H. Burleigh.

3055. YEAR, The Dying.
And thou, gray voyager to the breezeless sea
Of infinite Oblivion, speed thou on!
Another gift of Time succeedeth thee, [done
Fresh from the hand of God! for thou hast
The errand of thy destiny, and none

May be and shall be--the lot of the young!

knell

Gathers upon the windy breath of night, Its last and faintest echo! Fare thee well! J. G. Whittier.

3056. YESTERDAY, Lessons of. Now shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson;

Now can we from that elm-tree's sap distil the wine of Truth.

Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from the core,

Eddying in various waves to the red bark's

shore-like rim?

These be the gathering of yesterdays, present all to-day;

This is the tree's judgment, self-history that cannot be gainsaid: Seven years agone there was a drought-and the seventh ring is narrowed; The fifth from hence was half a deluge-the

fifth is cellular and broad.

Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of many yesterdays,

That stamp thy secret soul with marks of weal or woe:

Thou art an almanac of self, the living record of thy deeds:

Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and aching in their season:

Here is a knot-it was a crime; there is a canker-selfishness;

Lo! here, the heart-wood rotten; lo, there, perchance, the sap-wood sound. Nature teacheth not in vain; thy works are in thee, of thee; [errors: Some present evil bent hath grown of older And what if thou be walking now uprightly? Salve not thy wounds with poison, As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted out the sin of yesterday:

It is well thou hast life and light; and the Hewer showeth mercy, Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and looking for thy tardy fruits; But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful belike, and careless,

The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the record of thy wrong is in thee; For a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many yesterdays of sin,

That, haply, little heeded now, shall blast thy many morrows. M. F. Tupper.

3057. YOUTH, Ardor of. Who shall guess what I may be ? Who can tell my fortune to me?

Hope, with her prizes and victories won,
Shines in the blaze of my morning sun-
Conquering Hope, with golden ray,
Blessing my landscape far away.
All my meadows and hills are green,
All my skies are rosy bright,
And rippling waters glance between-
Laughing in triumph at yesternight.

My heart, my heart within me swells,
Panting and stirring its hundred wells;
For youth is a noble seed, that springs
Into the flower of heroes and kings!
Rich in the present, though poor in the past,
I yearn for the future, vague and vast;
And lo, what treasure of glorious things
Giant Futurity sheds from his wings?
Pleasures are there, like dropping balms,
And glory and honor with chaplets and
palms,
[health,
And mind well at ease, and gladness, and
A river of peace, and a mine of wealth!
Away with your counsels, and hinder me

not

On, on let me press to my brilliant lot;
Young and strong, and sanguine and free,
How knowest thou what I may be?
M. F. Tupper.

3058. YOUTH, Death in.

Like other tyrants, Death delights to smite, What smitten, most proclaims the pride of And arbitrary nod. His joy supreme, [power To bid the wretch survive the fortunate; The feeble wrap the athletic in his shroud; And weeping fathers build their children's [date? Me thine, NARCISSA! What though short thy Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures. That life is long which answers life's great

tomb:

end.

The time that bears no fruit deserves no name.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
In hoary youth, Methuselehs may die:
O, how misdated on their flattering tombs!
Edward Young.

3059. YOUTH, Disenchanted.

Lower the sails of pride, rash youth;
Stand to the lowly tiller of truth;
Quick! or your limber bark shall be
The sport of the winds on a stormy sea.

Care and peril, in lieu of joy,
Guilt and dread may be thine, proud boy:
Lo, thy mantling chalice of life [strife.
Is foaming with sorrow, and sickness, and

Cheated by pleasure, and sated with pain-
Watching for honor, and watching in vain—
Aching in heart, and ailing in head,
Wearily earning daily bread.

There shall he welcome thee, when thou shalt stand [more sweet, On his bright morning hills, with smiles Than when at first he took thee by the hand, Through the fair earth to lead thy tender feet. [still,

He shall bring back, but brighter, broader Life's early glory to thine eyes again, [fill Shall clothe thy spirit with new strength, and Thy leaping heart with warmer love than

then.

Hast thou not glimpses, in the twilight here,
Of mountains where immortal morn pre-
vails?
[ear
Comes there not, through the silence, to thine
A gentle rustling of the morning gales;
A murmur, wafted from that glorious shore,
Of streams that water banks forever fair,
And voices of the loved ones gone before,
More musical in that celestial air?

William Cullen Bryant.

3062. YOUTH, Returnless.

There are gains for all our losses,

There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood's sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.

Richard Henry Stoddard

3063. YOUTH, Squandered.

Ah, five-and-twenty years ago had I but planted seeds of trees,

How now I should enjoy their shade and see their fruit swing in the breeze! Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.

3064. YOUTH, Use of.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old time is still a flying,

And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a getting,
The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.

3065. YOUTH, Zeal in.
Oh! be thou zealous in thy youth;
Fill every day with noble toils,
Fight for the victories of Truth,
And deck thee with her deathless spoils.
For those whose lives are in retreat,
Their valor and ambition flown,
In vain the 'larum drum is beat,
In vain the battle-trumpet blown!
Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger.

3066. ZEAL, Christian. Would'st thou the mansions of the blest attain,

(As who, would not, for who would fain refuse [choose?) Blessing and life, and death and evil Look upward, eyes and heart, to yon bright fane [strain On that sky-piercing mount, and tow'rd it

With loins well girt, and on thy feet the shoes

Of Gospel preparation! God endues With strength who seek His face, but spare not pain [gate

Meanwhile, and toil to boot.

Thou on the the lure that [straight On right, on left, to tempt thee from the And onward path. Mark well the proffer'd prize, [wait Strive, win, and wear it! Shame and sorrow On feeble feet, faint heart, and wavering Bishop Mant.

Fix firm thy gaze, nor heed
lies

eyes.

3067. ZEAL, Present.

Rise from your dreams of the future,
Of gaining some hard-fought field,

Of storming some airy fortress,

Or bidding some giant yield.
Your future has deeds of glory,

Of honor (God grant it may),
But your aim will never be stronger,
Or the need so great as to-day.

Rise, for the day is passing!

The low sound that you scarcely hear Is the enemy marching to battle;

Arise! for the foe is near! Stay not to sharpen your weapons, Or the hour will strike at last, When, from dreams of a coming battle, You may wake to find it past.

came,

3069. ZION, Gathering to. Desire of every land! The nations came, And worshipped at her feet; all nations [tribes, Flocking like doves. Columba's painted That from Magellan to the Frozen Bay, Beneath the Arctic dwelt, and drank the tides Of Amazona, prince of earthly streams; Or slept at noon beneath the giant shade Of Andes' mount; or roving northward, heard Niagara sing, from Erie's billow down To Frontenac, and hunted thence the fur To Labrador. And Afric's dusky swarms, That from Morocco to Angola dwelt, And drank the Niger from his native wells, Or roused the lion in Numidia's groves; The tribes that sat among the fabled cliffs Of Atlas, looking to Atlanta's wave, With joy and melody arose and came; Zara awoke, and came; and Egypt came,

Casting her idol gods into the Nile.
Black Ethiopia, that shadowless,
Beneath the Torrid burned, arose and came :
Dauma and Medra, and the pirate tribes
Of Algeri, with incense came, and pure
Offerings, annoying now the seas no more.
The silken tribes of Asia flocking came,
Innumerous; Ishmael's wandering race, that
On camels o'er the spicy tract that lay [rode
From Persia, to the Red Sea coast: the king
Of broad Cathay, with numbers infinite,
Of many-lettered casts; and all the tribes
That dwelt from Tigris to the Ganges' wave,
And worshipped fire, or Brahma, fabled god!
Cashmeres, Circassians, Banyans, tender race!
That swept the insect from their path, and
[dwelt

lived

On herbs and fruits; and those who peaceful Along the shady avenue that stretched From Agra to Lahore: and all the hosts That owned the Crescent late, deluded long. The Tartar hordes that roamed from Oby's bank, [Wall. Ungoverned, southward to the wondrous The tribes of Europe came; the Greek, redeemed [Gaul

From Turkish thrall; the Spaniard came, and And Britain with her ships; and on his sledge, The Laplander, that nightly watched the bear Circling the Pole; and those who saw the

flames

In thee no sickness is at all,

No hurt, nor any sore; There is no death nor ugly night, But life for evermore.

No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee,
No cloud nor darksome night,
But every soul shines as the sun-
For God Himself gives light.

There lust and lucre cannot dwell,

There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, thirst, nor heat,
But pleasures every way.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Would God I were in thee!
Oh! that my, sorrows had an end,
Thy joys that I might see!

No pains, no pangs, no grieving grief,
No woful night is there;
No sigh, no sob, no cry is heard-
No well-away, no fear.
Jerusalem the city is

Of God our king alone;

The Lamb of God, the light thereof,
Sits there upon His throne.

O God! that I Jerusalem

With speed may go behold!

For why the pleasures there abound
Which here cannot be told.
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine-
With jasper, pearl, and chrysolite,
Surpassing pure and fine.

Thy houses are of ivory,

Thy windows crystal clear,
Thy streets are laid with beaten gold-
There angels do appear.

Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond square,
Thy gates are made of orient pearl-
O God! if I were there!

Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green;

There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
There cinnamon and sugar grow,

There nard and balm abound;

No tongue can tell, no heart can think,
The pleasures there are found.

There nectar and ambrosia spring-
There music's ever sweet;
There many a fair and dainty thing

Are trod down under feet.

Quite through the streets, with pleasant sound,
The flood of life doth flow;
Upon the banks, on every side,

The trees of life do grow.

These trees each month yield ripened fruit-
For evermore they spring;

And all the nations of the world
To thee their honors bring.
Jerusalem, God's dwelling-place,
Full sore I long to see;

Oh! that my sorrows had an end,
That I might dwell in thee!

There David stands, with harp in hand,
As master of the choir;

A thousand times that man were blest
That might his music hear.
There Mary sings "Magnificat,"
With tunes surpassing sweet;
And all the virgins bear their part,
Singing about her feet.

I long to see Jerusalem,
The comfort of us all;
For thou art fair and beautiful-
None ill can thee befall.
In thee, Jerusalem, I say,

No darkness dare appear-
No night, no shade, no winter foul-
No time doth alter there.

No candle needs, no moon to shine,
No glittering star to light;
For Christ, the king of righteousness,
Forever shineth bright.

A lamb unspotted, white and pure,
To thee doth stand in lieu
Of light-so great the glory is
Thine heavenly King to view.

He is the King of kings, beset

In midst His servants' sight;
And they, His happy household all,
Do serve Him day and night.
There, there the choir of angels sing-
There the supernal sort

Of citizens, which hence are rid
From dangers deep, do sport.

There be the prudent prophets all,
The apostles six and six,
The glorious martyrs in a row,

And confessors betwixt.

There doth the crew of righteous men

And matrons all consist

Young men and maids that here on earth Their pleasures did resist.

3071. ZION, Triumph of.

David Dickson.

O, for the coming of the end,
The last, long Sabbath-day of time,
When peace from heaven shall descend,
Like light, on every clime.

For men in ships far off at sea

Shall hear the happy nations raise
The song of peace and liberty,
And overflowing praise.

Mankind shall be one brotherhood;
One human soul shall fill the carth,
And God shall say, "The world is good
As when I gave it birth."