TEACHERS OF PATIENCE AND COURAGE, $ The Angel Patience. TILL up and down this wilderness Softly an angel goes, Sent by our great Creator To comfort earthly woes. And hallow'd calm of will: Oh follow, follow, child of clay, She'll guide thee with untiring hand And whisper tales of brighter worlds But if thou give no credence, Yet cloudless is her mood, Still aiding thee thy cross to bear She lulls to godly sorrowing The soul's most gnawing pain: The wildest heart, bathed in that dew, Sinks into calm again; The blackest night of gloominess Flushes with rosy glow; And every wound she healeth, Thy stealing tears she scorns not, She points, serenely smiling, To heaven, for all reply. She has got for each questioner An answer ready given; The burthen of her song, "Endure: Not far thy refuge,-heaven!" Close by thy side she paceth, Yet scarce a word lets fall, Still beckoning to the far-off land,- Play Thy Part. LAY thy part, and play it well : Joy in thine appointed task, And if pride or flesh rebel Courage of thy Father ask. Shrink not from thy daily cross, Take the task thy Father gives, He who suffers well, lives best. Serve not God because thou must,— "Twere the service of a slave ; Love alone is service just, Love is worship pure and brave. Courage then! and, nobly meek, Play thy part, and play it well. A Field Flower. HERE is a flower, a little flower That welcomes every changing hour The prouder beauties of the field But this small flower, to nature dear While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year,— Companion of the sun! It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms, Lights pale October on its way, And twines December's arms. The purple heath and golden broom But this bold flow'ret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Within the garden's cultured ground The lambkin crops its crimson gem, This brave flower,-in every place It opens with perennial grace On waste and woodland, rock and plain, The rose has but a summer reign,— MONTGOMERY. |