Hears at last, through the mercy of Allah to all, From his tent-door, at evening, the Bedouin's call: "Whoever thou art, whose need is great, In the name of God, the compassionate For gifts, in his name, of food and rest, Miss E. J. Whittier. CHRISTIAN BENEVOLENCE. Who is my brother? 'Tis not merely he On whom the image of a man's imprest. 'Tis like the sun, rejoicing east and west; Or beautiful rainbow, bright from south to north: It has an angel's pinion, mounting forth O'er rocks and hills and seas, to make men blest. No matter what their color, name, or place, It blesses all alike, the universal race. Upham. LADY MARIAN. I'll paint you Lady Marian : She walks this world, a shining one! Sweet gravity and tender grace; And, where she treads this earth of ours, One of the spirits that walk in white! With influence as of visible love. This is the Lady Marian. One of God's treasurers for the poor! Her coming all your being fills With a balm-breath from heaven's hills; And in her face the light is mild As though the heart within her smiled, And in her heart doth sit and sing Some spirit of immortal spring. This is the Lady Marian. "We shall not mend the world: we try, True picture of the Master of old! The human sweetness in his face ; His heavenly pity in her eyes; And all the soul of sacrifice. This is the Lady Marian. Gerald Massey. THE MEN FOR THE TIMES. Give us the nerve of steel, And the arm of fearless might, And the strength of will that is ready still To battle for the right. Give us the eye to weep That honest tear of feeling, That shuts not down for the world's dread frown, The genuine heart revealing. Give us the mind to feel The sufferings of another, And fearless power in the dying hour To help a suffering brother. Give us the clear, cool brain, That is never asleep or dozing, But, sparkling ever with bold endeavor, |