All Gracious, grant to those who bear W. C. BRYANT. For the Boatman of Heidelberg. (FOR THE BOATMEN, AS THEY APPROACH THE RAPIDS BY HEIDELBERG.) ESU, bless our slender boat, By the current swept along; Loud its threatenings, let them not Drown the music of a song Breathed, Thy mercy to implore Where these troubled waters roar. Saviour, for our warning, seen Bleeding on that precious rood,- We forgot Thee,-do not Thou Hither, like yon ancient tower Guide our bark among the waves; Through the rocks our passage smooth; Where the whirlpool frets and raves, Let Thy love its anger soothe; All our hope is placed in Thee: Miserere Domine ! W. WORDSWORTH. T A Voice from Little Things. HE flower is small that decks the field, The bee is small that bends the flower; But flower and bee alike may yield Food for a thoughtful hour. Essence and attributes of each For ends profound combine; And all they are, and all they teach, Is there who scorneth little things? . Methinks, indeed, that such an one The lark that in the morning air Amid the sunbeams mounts and sings, What lifted her so lightly there? Small feathers in her wings. Oh, say what forms the beauteous dyes And when the earth is sere and sad From summer's over fervid reign, How is she in fresh beauty clad? By little drops of rain. Yea, and the robe that Nature weaves, ? Whence does it every robe surpass From floweret small, from little leaves, And little blades of grass. Oh, sure, who scorneth little things, Would scorn his little self! THOMAS DAVIS. To my Grandchildren. M Y blessing on you, little babes, My dearest days renewed. Oh, bless you, bless you, little babes, Two little fairy gleams, Oh, bless, and bless, and dearly bless In which these old eyes love to watch Oh, gracious little lives, in which The love that leads us in its hand, And bids to light our downward road "Be Careful for Nothing." "Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God." H AST thou within a care so deep, It chases from thine eyelids sleep? And change anxiety to prayer. Hast thou a hope with which thy heart Hast thou a friend whose image dear |