311. CARE, God's. There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs, [sigh; None love them best. O vain and selfish Out of the bosom of His love He spares— The Father spares the Son, for thee to die: For thee He died-for thee He lives again; O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign. Thou art as much His care as if beside Nor man nor angel lived in heaven or earth: Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth; [store; They shine, and shine with unexhausted Thou art thy Saviour's darling-seek no J. Keble. more. 312. CARE Personified. Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent, 313. CARE, Refuge from. Careful without care I am, I do it to the Lord. Thou, O Lord, in tender Love, And fix it ever there. Unhurt, unspotted I. 314. CARE, Rest from. I lay me down to sleep, Me here or there. My good right hand forgets Its cunning now; To march the weary march I know not how. I am not eager, bold, Nor strong--all that is past; My half-day's work is done, My patient heart; And grasp His banner still, Though all the blue be dim; These stripes as well as stars Lead after Him. Found under the head of a dead soldier in Port Royal Hospital. 315. CARE, Sermon on. All nature a sermon may preach thee; The lilies, nor toiling nor spinning Their clothing, how gorgeous and fair! What tints in their tiny robes woven, What wondrous devices are there! All Solomon's stores could not render One festival robe of such splendor As the flowers have for every-day wear. God gives to each flower its rich raiment, And o'er them His treasures flings free, Which to-day finds so fragrant in beauty, And to-morrow all faded shall see. Thus the lilies smile shame on thy care, And the happy birds sing it to air: Will their God be forgetful of thee? 316. CARE, Succession of. When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. Robert Herrick. 317. CAUSE, Finding the. The wall said to the nail, done, "" What have I We see but half the causes of our deeds, We see the other, shore, the gulf between, And, marvelling how we won to where we stand, Content ourselves to call the builder Chance. From which it might be born to bless mankind, Not to the soul of Newton, ripe with all But whence came that ray? things, Except by leave of us, could never be. 320. CAUTION, Wise. When clouds are seen wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand; When the sun sets, who doth not look for night? Untimely storms make men expect a dearth: All may be well; but if God sort it so, "Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. Shakespeare. 321. CENSURE, Lenient. Ah, look thou largely, with lenient eyes, The passing phase of the meanest thing! What if God's great angels, whose waiting Beholdeth our pitiful life below, [love From the holy height of their heaven above, Couldn't bear with the worm till the wings should grow? 322. CENSURE, Mitigation of. O ye wha are sae guid yoursel', Ye've nought to do but mark and tell The heaped happer's ebbing still, Then gently scan your brother man, One point must still be greatly dark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone He knows each chord,-its various tone, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, 323. CEREMONY, Mockery of Robert Burns. And what art thou, thou idol, ceremony? What kind of good art thou? that sufferest more Of mortal grief than do thy worshippers. What think'st thou oft, instead of homage 324. CEREMONY, Religious. Then ceremony leads her bigots forth, Find not, or hardly find, a single friend; 325. CHANGE, Benefit of The world goes up and the world goes down, No never come over again. Sweet wife, Times go by turns, and chances change by From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, She draws her favors to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal time to come and go; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest No joy so great but runneth to an end, [web; No hap so hard but may in fine amend. Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring; The roughest storm a calm may soon allay; Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall. 327. CHANGE, Lesson of. 330. CHARACTER, Accomplished. His real habitude gave life and grace To appertainings and to ornament, Accomplished in himself, not in his case: All aids themselves made fairer by their place; Came for additions, yet their purpos'd trim 331. CHARACTER, Building up. Or indirect, shall tend to feed and nurse Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats Wm. Wordsworth. 332. CHARACTER, Grades of low, The scale Of being is a graduated thing; 333. CHARACTER, Thought from. 334. CHARACTER, Vacillation of. It's my honest conviction,. That my breast is a chaos of all contradic tion; Religious-deistic-now loyal and warm; Then a dagger-drawn democrat hot for reform: This moment a fop, that sententious as Titus; Then vexed to the soul with impertinent tattle; Now moody and sad, now unthinking and gay, To all points of the compass I veer in a day. Henry Kirke White. 335. CHARACTER, Varieties of. Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: [eyes, Some, that will evermore peep through their And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper; And other of such vinegar aspect, [smile, That they'll not show their teeth in way of Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Shakespeare. A shield and a helmet, a buckler and spear, Weighed less than a widow's uncrystallized tear. A lord and a lady went up at full sail, When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale; [earl, Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one Ten counsellors' wigs, full of powder and curl, [from thence, Art thou stricken in life's battle? many wounded round thee moan; Lavish on their wounds thy balsams, and that balm shall heal thine own. Is the heart a well left empty? None but God its void can fill; Nothing but a ceaseless Fountain can its ceaseless longings fill; Is the heart a living power? Self-entwined, its strength sinks low; All heaped in one balance and swinging It can only live in loving, and by serving love Weighed less than a few grains of candor and sense; A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt, Than one good potato just washed from the dirt; [suffice Yet not mountains of silver and gold could One pearl to outweigh,-'twas THE PEARL OF GREAT PRICE. Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the grate, [weight, With the soul of a beggar to serve for a When the former sprang up with so strong a rebuff [roof! That it made a vast rent and escaped at the When balanced in air, it ascended on high, And sailed up aloft, a balloon in the sky; While the scale with the soul in't so mightily fell That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell. Jane Taylor. 337. CHARITY, Application of. What use the preacher's truth and earnest exhortation? [tion. The hearer makes thereof inverted applicaA miser listened once to a discourse most moving, The habit of unstinted charity approving. He said: "I never was before so much affected: How beautiful is charity when well directed! So clear and noble is the duty of almsgiving, At once I'll go and beg, as sure as I am living." Oriental. 338. CHARITY, Compensation of Is thy cruse of comfort failing? rise and share it with another, And through all the years of famine it shall serve thee and thy brother. Love Divine will fill the storehouse, or thy handful still renew; [feast for two. Scanty fare for one will often make a royal For the heart grows rich in giving; all its wealth is living gain; Seeds, which mildew in the garner, scattered, fill with gold the plain. Is thy burden hard and heavy? do thy steps drag wearily? Help to bear thy brother's burden; God will bear both it and thee. Numb and weary on the mountains, wouldst thou sleep amidst the snow? Chafe that frozen form beside thee, and together both shall glow. will grow. Mrs. Charles. At last she started up, And gazed on the vacant air The very curtains shook, Her terror was so extreme, And the light that fell on the broider'd quilt Kept a tremulous gleam; [cried : And her voice was hollow, and shook as she "Oh me! that awful dream! That weary, weary walk, In the church-yard's dismal ground! And those horrible things with shady wings, That came and flitted round; Death, death, and nothing but death, In every sight and sound! And oh! those maidens young, Who wrought in that dreary room, For the pomp and pleasure of Pride Where yonder cypress waves;' |