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And now how mighty a sum of love
TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.— Milton.
Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green,
And with those few are eminently seen
That labor up the hill of heavenly truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixed, and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure
Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gained thy entrance, virgin wise and pure.
TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.— Keble.
"Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him?" — Matthew xviii. 21.
What liberty so glad and gay,
Reckless of regions far away,
216 TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.
The dreary sounds of crowded earth, The cries of camp or town,
The snow-clad peaks of rosy light
The thwarting cliffs that bound his sight,
Two ways alone his roving eye For age may onward go, —
O blessed restraint! more blessed range!
Too soon the happy child
For life's seducing wild:
Too soon his altered day-dreams show
With sun-bright pleasures to and fro
While of his narrowing heart each year
Less keenly through his grosser ear
It must be so; else wherefore falls
While from his pardoning cross he calls,
By our own niggard rule we try The hope to suppliants given;
Yes, ransomed sinner! wouldst thou know
How often to forgive,
Look where thou hop'st to live:
When thou hast told those isles of light,
And fancied all beyond, Whatever owns, in depth or height,
Creation's wondrous bond;
Then in their solemn pageant learn
Sweet mercy's praise to see;
The bliss of pardoning thee.
THE BEGGAR.— J. R. Lowell.
A Beggar through the world am I,
A little of thy steadfastness,
That the world's blasts may round me blow,
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Some of thy stern, unyielding might,
Some of thy mournfulness serene,
0 sweetly mournful pine.
A little of thy merriment,
Ye have been very kind and good
Heaven help me! how could I forget
O, give, to strengthen me.
ODE TOD\JTY.— Wordswort,h.
Stern daughter of the voice of God!
0 Duty ! if that name thou love,
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove;
Thou, who art victory and law
When empty terrors overawe,
From vain temptations dost set free,
And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
There are who ask not if thine eye
Serene will be our days and bright,
And happy will our nature be,
When love is an unerring light,
And joy its own security.
And they a blissful course may hold,
Even now, who, not unwisely bold,
Live in the spirit of this creed;
Yet find that other strength, according to tneir need.
I, loving freedom, and untried,