And when of scathe and loss That man can ne'er repair, OUNT not the days that have idly flown, Nor speak of the hours thou must blush to own, When thy spirit stands before the throne To account for the talents lent. But number the hours redeemed from sin, Will the shade go back on thy dial-plate? Life's waning hours, like the sybil's page, Oh, rouse thee and live! nor deem man's age But in days that are truly wise. M REJOICING IN HOPE. Hope Ever! HE night is mother of the day, THE The winter of the spring, And ever upon old decay The greenest mosses spring. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall, T Hope and Memory. WO sisters are there: ever year by year To meek and thoughtful hearts. Fair Hope is one, With voice of merry tone, With footsteps light, and eye of sparkling glance; The other is perchance E'en somewhat lovelier, but less full of glee, Her name is Memory. She wanders near me, chanting plaintive lays And when I turn and meet her thoughtful eye, Of soft low gurgling brooks, of glistening flowers, And then, with tears and melancholy tone, Hope gently chides her,-bids me not to cast Cheering me thus, she leads me by the hand And soon I see where many pleasures meet, And some, seen dimly through the distant haze, Oh, both refresh me! Yet not only so,- One tells of follies past, and one is given And thus I'll cling to both. Soft MEMORY, All pensive though she be, Shall bide a comrade cherish'd to the end: J. S. HOWSON. "It Bemaineth." 1 COR. vii. 9; HEB. iv. 9. T remaineth: it remaineth!" When hope and fear are blent A shadow mid earth's sunshine, That gives the lesson room. Oh, shrink not from the shadow As of the dove's soft wing, Nor yet refuse the comfort The turtle's voice should bring! "It remaineth: it remaineth!" Would'st know what now remains? That earthly joys are passing, And passing earthly pains,- For thee, a pilgrim stranger, To be as one that waiteth And watcheth for the Lord: So may'st thou at His coming Receive a full reward. "It remaineth: it remaineth!" Would'st know what then remains? The glory and the gladness,- Most precious and most pure! |