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And peace; who skims that troubled sea, | 3053. WRATH, Victims of.
Returns the olive branch to Thee.

'Tis not the want of time, nor means, nor good Farewell, thou dark and stormy world; Farewell thy grief and fear;

That has these millions to perdition sent; The port is won, the sails are furled,

But 'tis the Siren who, his victims to betray, Ye cannot touch me here!

Persuades with honeyed words repentance to But welcome, peace and rapture, now,


song And, O my Saviour, welcome Thou! Delay 's the Siren's name, whose fascinating

Tounsend. Lures and deceives the maddened, swelling

throng. 3050. WORSHIP, Social.


Delay 's the fatal cause that bars the heavenly There is a joy, which angels well may prize; | And tortures with an agony which ne'er abates. To see, and hear, and aid God's worship, when


3054. YEAR, Old and New. Unnumbered tongues, a host of Christian No pause, no rest, no visual line Youths, matrons, maidens join. Their Between the years that come and go! sounds arise,

For some too fast, for some too slow; “ Like many waters : " now glad symphonies Time never stops to sleep or dine,

Of thanks and glory to our God; and then, But on and on with steady flight

Seal of the social pray'r, the loud Amen! He keeps, untired, by day-by night, Faith's common pledge; contrition's mingled And boys and girls, ere yet aware, cries.

(young, Find threads of silver in their hair, Thus, when the Church of Christ was hale and Their love of quiet growing stronger; She called on God, one spirit and one And, haply, by these tokens know, voice :

(new strung, What kind friends told them long ago, Thus from corruption cleansed, with health That they are boys and girls no longer. Her sons she nurtured. O, be theirs the choice,

Still on-as silent as a ghost! What duty bids, to worship heart and tongue,

Seems but a score of days, all told, At once to pray, at once in God rejoice! Or but a month or two at most,

Bishop Mant.

Since our last New Year's song we trolled, 3051. WORSHIP, True.

And lo! that New Year now is old.

And here we stand to say “Good-by!" True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form.

Brief words—and yet, we scarce know why, he bended knee, the eye uplift is all bear. They bring a moisture to the eye, Which man need render; all which God can What to the faith are forms? A passing | We speak them very tenderly,

And to the heart some quakes and aches; speck,

With half a sob and half a sighA crow upon the sky. God's worship is "Old Year, good-by! Old Year, good-by!" That only He inspires; and His bright words,

For what it brought, for what it takes, Writ in the red-leaved volume of the heart,

We love it, and for loved ones' sakes; Return to Him in prayer, as dew to heaven. Prized for its hours of happiness. Our proper good we rarely seek or make;

Nor for its sacred sorrows less; Mindless of our immortal powers and their

For all it gave through toil and strife Immortal end, as is the pearl of its worth,

1 Of new significance to lifeThe rose its scent, the wave its purity.

New breadths, new depths, new heights subPhilip James Bailey.

And, haply, kingship over Time! 3052, WORTH, Men of.

Accept our thanks, Old Year ! for these, God gives us men. A time like this demands And for all precious memories Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and 1 Of love, of grief, of joy, of pain,

Whose ministry was not in vain. ready hands : Men whom the lust of office does not kill;

| And so we sadly lay, Old Year! Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;

Our love-wreath on thy snowy bier, Men who possess opinions and a will;

Our love-wreath, moistened by a tear; Men who have honor--men who will not lie; L And. turning from our brief adien. Men who can stand before a demagogue

With kindly welcome hail the New; And scorn his treacherous flatteries without Tmn to tha'Rolir

True to the Ruling Power, we sing, (King!" winking;

“The King is dead!” “Long live the Tall men sun-crowned, who live above the fog

W. H. Burleigh. In public duty, and in private thinkingFor while the rabble, with their thumb-worn 3055. YEAR, The Dying. creeds,

And thou, gray voyager to the breezeless sea Their large professions and their little deeds, Of infinite Oblivion, speed thou on! Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Another gift of Time succeedeth thee, [done Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice Fresh from the hand of God! for thou hast slecps.

The errand of thy destiny, and none

Mime, May dream of thy returning. Go! and bear | For bravest and brightest that ever was sung

Mortality's frail records to thy cold, May be—and shall be—the lot of the young! Eternal prison-house; the midnight prayer Of suffering bosoms, and the fevered care

Hope, with her prizes and victories won, Of worldly hearts; the miser's dream of Shines in the blaze of my morning sungold;

Might Conquering Hope, with golden ray, Ambition's grasp at greatness; the quenched Blessing my landscape far away.

Of broken spirits; the forgiven wrong, Tall my meadows and hills are green,

And the abiding curse. Ay, bear along. And rippling waters glance betweenThese wrecks of thine own making. Lol thy | All my skies are rosy bright.

knell Gathers upon the windy breath of night,

Laughing in triumph at yesternight. Its last and faintest echo! Fare thee well! My heart, my heart within me swells,

J. G. Whittier. Panting and stirring its hundred wells; 3056. YESTERDAY, Lessons of.

For youth is a noble seed, that springs

Into the flower of heroes and kings ! . Now shall the mangled stump teach proud man a lesson;

Rich in the present, though poor in the past, Now can we from that elm-tree's sap distil I yearn for the future, vague and vast; the wine of Truth.

And lo, what treasure of glorious things Heed ye those hundred rings, concentric from Giant Futurity sheds from his wings?

the core, Eddying in various waves to the red bark's | Pleasures are there, like dropping balms, shore-like rim ?

And glory and honor with chaplets and These be the gathering of yesterdays, present


[health, all to-day;

And mind well at ease, and gladness, and This is the tree's judgment, self-history that A river of peace, and a mine of wealth! cannot be gainsaid:

Away with your counsels, and hinder me Seven years agone there was a drought-and

notthe seventh ring is narrowed; The fifth from hence was half a deluge—the yo

On, on let me press to my brilliant lot; fifth is cellular and broad.

e Young and strong, and sanguine and free, Thus, Man, thou art a result, the growth of

How knowest thou what I may be?

M. F. Tupper. many yesterdays, That stamp thy secret soul with marks of 3058. YOUTH, Death in. weal or woe:

Like other tyrants, Death delights to smite, Thou art an almanac of self, the living record

| What smitten, most proclaims the pride of of thy deeds :

And arbitrary nod. His joy supreme, (power Spirit hath its scars as well as body, sore and To bid the wretch survive the fortunate; aching in their season :

The feeble wrap the athletic in his shroud; Here is a knot-it was a crime; there is a And weeping fathers build their children's canker-selfishness;


[date ? Lo! here, the heart-wood rotten; lo, there, Me thine, NARCISSA! What though short thy perchance, the sap-wood sound.

| Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures. Nature teachcth not in vain; thy works are That life is long which answers life's great in thee, of thee;

[errors : Some present evil bent hath grown of older The time that bears no fruit deserves no pame. And what if thou be walking now uprightly? | The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Salve not thy wounds with poison, | In hoary youth, Methuselehs may die: As if a petty goodness of to-day hath blotted | o, how misdated on their flattering tombs! out the sin of yesterday :

Edward Young. It is well thou hast life and light; and the Hewer showeth mercy,

3059. YOUTH, Disenchanted. Dressing the root, pruning the branch, and Lower the sails of pride, rash youth: looking for thy tardy fruits ;

Stand to the lowly tiller of truth; But, even here, as thou standest, cheerful be

Quick! or your limber bark shall be like, and careless,

The sport of the winds on a stormy sea. The stains of ancient evil are upon thee, the

record of thy wrong is in thee; Care and peril, in lieu of joy, For a curse of many yesterdays is thine, many Guilt and dread may be thine, proud boy: yesterdays of sin,

Lo, thy mantling chalice of life [strife. That, haply, little heeded now, shall blast thy Is foaming with sorrow, and sickness, and many morrows. M. F. Tupper.

Cheated by pleasure, and sated with pain3057. YOUTH, Ardor of.

| Watching for honor, and watching in vainWho shall guess what I may be ?

| Aching in heart, and ailing in head, Who can tell my fortune to me?

| Wearily earning daily bread.


It is well. I discern a tear on thy cheek; I 3062. YOUTH, Returnless.
It is well-thou art humbled, and silent, and There are gains for all our losses,

There are balms for all our pain, Now-courage again! and, with peril to cope, But when youth, the dream, departs, Gird thee with vigor, and helm thee with

It takes something from our hearts, hope! 1. F. Tupper.

And it never comes again. 3060. YOUTH, Hopefulness of.

We are stronger, and are better,

Under manhood's sterner reign; Congenial HOPE! thy passion-kindling

Still we feel that something sweet power,

(troubled hour! How bright, how strong, in youth's un

Followed youth, with flying feet, On yon proud height, with Genius hand in

And will never come again. hand,

Something beautiful is vanished, I see thee light, and wave thy golden wand.

And we sigh for it in vain; Go, child of Heaven! (thy winged words

We behold it everywhere, proclaim,)

[fame!” |

On the earth, and in the air, 'Tis thine to search the boundless fields of

But it never comes again. Lo! Newton, priest of Nature, shines afar,

Richard Henry Stoddard Scans the wide world, and numbers every star!

3063. YOUTH, Squandered. Wilt thou with him mysterious rites apply, Ah, five-and-twenty years ago had I but And watch the shrine with wonder-beaming planted seeds of trees, eye?

How now I should enjoy their shade and see Yes, thou shalt mark, with magic art pro their fruit swing in the breeze! found,

[sound :

Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. The speed of light, the circling march of With Franklin grasp the lightning's fiery

3064. YOUTH, Use of. wing,

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Or yield the lyre of Heaven another string. Old time is still a flying,

Thomas Campbell.

And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying. 3061. YOUTH, Immortal.

The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun, Yet grieve thou not, nor think thy youth is The higher he's a getting, gone,

[die. The sooner will his race be run, Nor deem that glorious season e'er could And nearer he's to setting. Thy pleasant youth, a little while withdrawn,

Waits on the horizon of a brighter sky; That age is best which is the first Waits, like the morn, that folds ber wing and

When youth and blood are warmer; hides

[hour; But being spent, the worse, and worst Till the slow stars bring back her dawning Times still succeed the former. Waits, like the vanished spring, that slumber:


Then be not coy, but use your time, ing bides

And while ye may, go marry; Her own sweet time to waken büd and

For having lost but once your prime, There shall lie welcome thee, when thou shalt

You may forever tarry.

Robert Herrick. stand

(more sweet, On his bright morning hills, with smiles 3065. YOUTH, Zeal in. Than when at first he took thee by the hand, Oh! be thou zealous in thy youth; Through the fair earth to lead thy tender Fill every day with noble toils, feet.

[still, Fight for the victories of Truth, He shall bring back, but brighter, broader And deck thee with her deathless spoils.

Life's early glory to thine eyes again, [fill | For those whose lives are in retreat,
Shall clothe thy spirit with new strength, and Their valor and ambition flown,
Thy leaping heart with warmer love than In vain the 'larum drum is beat,

In vain the battle-trumpet blown!

Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. Hast thou not glimpses, in the twilight here, Of mountains where immortal morn pre

3066. ZEAL, Christian.

| Would'st thou the mansions of the blest Comes there not, through the silence, to thine attain,

A gentle rustling of the morning gales; (As who, would not, for who would fain A murmur, wafted from that glorious shore, refuse

[choose ?) Of streams that water banks forever fair,'| Blessing and life, and death and evil And voices of the loved ones gone before, Look upward, eyes and heart, to yon bright More musical in that celestial air?

[strain William Cullen Bryant. On that sky-piercing mount, and tow'rd it



vails ?



With loins well girt, and on thy feet the Casting her idol gods into the Nile. shoes

Black Ethiopia, that shadowless, Of Gospel preparation! God endues Beneath the Torrid burned, arose and came : With strength who seek His face, but spare Dauma and Medra, and the pirate tribes not pain

(gate Of Algeri, with incense came, and pure Meanwhile, and toil to boot. Thou on the Offerings, annoying now the seas no more. Fix firm thy gaze, nor heed the lure that the silken tribes of Asia flocking came, lies

(straight Innumerous ; Ishmael's wandering race, that On right, on left, to tempt thee from the On camels o'er the spicy tract that lay (rode And onward path. Mark well the prof. From Persia, to the Red Sea coast: the king fer'd prize,

wait Of broad Cathay, with numbers infinite, Strive, win, and wear it! Shame and sorrow Of many-lettered casts; and all the tribes On feeble feet, faint heart, and wavering | That dwelt from Tigris to the Ganges' wave, eyes.

Bishop Mant. And worshipped fire, or Brahma, fabled god! 3067. ZEAL, Present.

Cashmeres, Circassians, Banyans, tender race!

That swept the insect from their path, and Rise from your dreams of the future,


[dwelt Of gaining some hard-fought field, On herbs and fruits; and those who peaceful Of storming some airy fortress,

Along the shady avenue that stretched Or bidding some giant yield.

From Agra to Lahore: and all the hosts Your future has deeds of glory,

That owned the Crescent late, deluded long. Of honor (God grant it may),

The Tartar hordes that roamed from Oby's But your aim will never be stronger,


Wall. Or the need so great as to-day.

Ungoverned, southward to the wondrous

The tribes of Europe came; the Greek, reRise, for the day is passing !

deemed . The low sound that you scarcely hear

| From Turkish thrall; the Spaniard came, and Is the enemy marching to battle;

And Britain with her ships; and on his sledge, Arise! for the foe is near!

The Laplander, that nightly watched the bear Stay not to sharpen your weapons,

Circling the Pole; and those who saw the Or the hour will strike at last,

flames When, from dreams of a coming battle,

Of Hecla burn the drifted snow; the Russ, You may wake to find it past.

. Long-whiskered, and equestrian Pole; and 3068. ZEAL, Urged.

. those

Who drank the Rhine, or lost the evening sun Up! 'tis no dreaming time! awake! awake! Behind the Alpine towers: and she that sat For He who sits on the high Judge's seat

By Arno, classic stream ; Venice; and Rome, Doth in His record mark each wasted hour, Head-quarters long of sin I first guileless now. Each idle word. Take heed thy shrinking And meaning as she seemed, stretched forth soul

her hands, Find not their weight too heavy, when it | And all the isles of ocean rose and came. At that dread bar from whence is no appeal.

Whether they heard the roll of banished tides, Lo! while ye trifle, the light sands steal on, Antipodes to Albion's wave; or watched Leaving the hour-glass empty, and thy lifo The moon ascending chalky Teneriffe, Glideth away; stamp wisdom on its hours.

And with Atlanta holding nightly love.
Mrs. L. H. Sigourney.

The East, the West, the South; and snowy 3069. ZION, Gathering to.


Rejoicing met, and worshipped reverently Desire of every land. The nations came,

Before the Lord, in Zion's holy hill; . And worshipped at her feet; all nations

SAnd all the places round about were blest. came, . (tribes,

Robert Pollok.
Flocking like doves. Columba's painted
That from Magellan to the Frozen Bay,

3070. ZION, The Heavenly
Beneath the Arctic dwelt, and drank the tides
Of Amazona, prince of earthly streams; JO Mother dear, Jerusalem,
Or slept at noon beneath the giant shade | When shall I come to thee?
Of Andes' mount; or roving northward, heard When shall my sorrows have an end-
Niagara sing, from Erie's billow down

Thy joys when shall I see?
To Frontenac, and hunted thence the fur lo happy harbor of God's saints !
To Labrador. And Afric's dusky swarms, O sweet and pleasant soil !
That from Morocco to Angola dwelt,

In thee no sorrows can be found
And drank the Niger from his native wells, No grief, no carc, no toil.
Or roused the lion in Numidia's groves;
The tribes that sat among the fabled cliffs In thee no sickness is at all,
Of Atlas, looking to Atlanta's wave,

No hurt, nor any sore;
With joy and melody arose and came; There is no death nor ugly night,
Zara awoke, and came; and Egypt came, But life for evermore.


No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee, | Oh! that my sorrows had an end,
No cloud nor darksome night,

That I might dwell in thee!
But every soul shines as the sun-
For God Himself gives light.

There David stards, with harp in hand,

As master of the choir; There lust and lucre cannot dwell,

A thousand times that man tvere blest There envy bears no sway;

That might his music hear. There is no hunger, thirst, nor heat,

There Mary sings “Magnificat," But pleasures every way.

With tunes surpassing sweet; Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

And all the virgins bear their part,
Would God I were in thee!

Singing about her feet.
Oh! that my. sorrows had an end,
Thy joys that I might see !

I long to see Jerusalem,

The comfort of us all :
No pains, no pangs, no grieving grief, For thou art fair and beautiful-
No woful night is there;

None ill can thee befall.
No sigh, no sob, no cry is heard-

In thee, Jerusalem, I say, No well-away, no fear.

No darkness dare appearJerusalem the city is

No night, no shade, no winter foul-
Of God our king alone;

No time doth alter there.
The Lamb of God, the light thereof,
Sits there upon His throne.

No candle needs, no moon to shine,

No glittering star to light; O God! that I Jerusalem

For Christ, the king of righteousness, With speed may go behold!

Forever shineth bright. For why 7 the pleasures there abound

A lamb unspotted, white and pure, Which here cannot be told.

To thee doth stand in lieu Thy turrets and thy pinnacles

Of light-so great the glory is
With carbuncles do shine-

Thine heavenly King to view.
With jasper, pearl, and chrysolite,
Surpassing pure and fine.

He is the King of kings, beset

In midst His servants' sight; Thy houses are of ivory,

And they, His happy household all, Thy windows crystal clear,

Do serve Him day and night. Thy streets are laid with beaten gold

There, there the choir of angels sing, There angels do appear.

There the supernal sort
Thy walls are made of precious stone, Of citizens, which hence are rid
Thy bulwarks diamond square,

From dangers deep, do sport.
Thy gates are made of orient pearl-
O God! if I were there!

There be the prudent prophets all,

The apostles six and six, Thy gardens and thy goodly walks

The glorious martyrs in a row, Continually are green;

And confessors betwixt. There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers There doth the crew of righteous men As nowhere else are seen.

And matrons all consistThere cinnamon and sugar grow,

Young men and maids that here on earth There nard and balm abound;

Their pleasures did resist. No tongue can tell, no heart can think,

David Dickson. The pleasures there are found. There nectar and ambrosia spring

3071, ZION, Triumph of. There music's ever sweet;

0, for the coming of the end, There many a fair and dainty thing

The last, long Sabbath-day of time, Are trod down under feet.

When peace from heaven shall descend, Quite through the streets, with pleasant sound, Like light, on every clime.

The flood of life doth flow; Upon the banks, on every side,

For men in ships far off at sea The trees of life do grow.

Shall hear the happy nations raise

The song of peace and liberty, These trees each month yield ripened fruit And overflowing praise.

For evermore they spring; And all the nations of the world

Mankind shall be one brotherhood; To thee their honors bring.

One human soul shall fill the earth, Jerusalem, God's dwelling-place,

And God shall say, “The world is good Full sore I long to see;

As when I gave it birth."

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