Of what thou hast impart unto thy neighbor; Like Christ, deny thyself; like him, endeavor So shalt thou wear an everlasting crown. O. G. Warren. HELPING TOGETHER BY PRAYER. Is thy cruse of comfort wasting? It shall serve thee and thy brother. For the heart grows rich in giving; Scattered, fill with gold the plain. Is thy burden hard and heavy? Numb and weary on the mountain, Many wounded round thee moan: Is the heart a well left empty? None but God its void can fill ; Self-intwined, its strength sinks low: It can only live in loving, And by using love will grow. SORROW'S CURE. Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? 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 perfume throughout the ambient air. Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know; Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow bowers. Carlos Wilcox. |