312 Love, Hope, and Patience, in Education. If this belief from Heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, What Man has made of Man! W. Wordsworth. CLXXXVII. LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN ER wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule, Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, Love too will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive When overtasked at length S. T. Coleridge. CLXXXVIII. REST FOR THE WEARY. H weary in the morning, When soft the dew-drops fall, And weary at the noontide, When God's sun shines on all; And weary at the nightfall, When, each day's labour o'er, I count my mis-spent moments As lost for evermore. Oh, weary of the turmoil, The striving, and the care, And weary of the burden Which we of earth must bear ; Oh, weary of vain longings, And weary with vain fears, And wearier with heart sorrows Than with the weight of years. Yet, like a ray of sunlight, The Word shines through the gloom, And after Winter's darkness Comes Spring in fresher bloom; And after vainly searching, We find a resting meet For rest, and hope, and glory, God never sends a sorrow Yet we, by earth's mist blinded, His voice said, ‘Peace, be still !' We will go forth and conquer, And after victory, rest― Like the beloved Apostle, Upon the Master's breast! From 'Hymns for the Household of Faith. CLXXXIX. THE CORREGAN. (A BALLAD OF BRITTANY.) HEY were affianced a youthful pair ; Lovely twins she has brought to light, -'What shall now for thee be done, Who hast brought me this longed-for son? Shall I fetch the fowl from the sedgy mere? Or strike in the greenwood the flying deer?' -'Wild deer's flesh would please me best, Yet wherefore go to the far forèst?' He snatched his spear, he mounted his steed; He to the greenwood is gone with speed. When he there arrived, a milk-white hind Started before him as swift as wind. He pursued it with foot so fleet, And down his courser's flanks it ran ; When he espied a stream that flowed Smoothest turf encircled its brink; By its margin was seated there Combing it with a comb of gold; 'Thou art bolder than thou dost know, Daring to trouble my waters so. Me shalt thou on the instant wed, -'I will not wed on the instant thee, When God pleases I will die, And besides I had rather died Than to make a fairy my bride.' -'Sick am I, mother, at heart; oh spread, Me the fairy has looked to death: Yet though my body in earth they lay, -Three days after, 'O mother, tell,' Why do the priests so mournfully go. -'A beggar we lodged died yesternight; -'O mother where is my husband gone?' -'O mother, I would to church repair; Shall it be my robe of blue, 'It is now the manner to wear Garments of black, my daughter, there.' When she came to the churchyard ground, -'Death of kin I have not heard, -'My daughter, the truth I needs must show ; 'Tis thy husband that lies below.' Down she fell upon that floor; Thence she rose not any more. But the night next after the day, Two tall oaks, both stately and fair, |