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Ah! had he listened to the warning given,
His vessel's course had been a voice from heaven;
And him who rambles where the meadows bloom,
And many a tempest past might well have told,
Thus has a wise and ever equal hand
Oh, that our hearts were wise as God is good, And every place would yield our needful food!Our daily bread for body and for soul
Is scattered everywhere, from pole to pole;
One lamp is in our hand*—ten thousand in the skies.
* "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet."-PSALM CXIX. 105.
"Our light affliction which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory."2 COR. iv. 17.
He who is newly floating o'er
The bosom of the ocean,
And knows but little of the lore
That rules the vessel's motion,
Not so the mariner well skilled
To mark the good ship's going; He loves to see the white sails filled
With transverse breezes blowing; For swiftly then,-most swiftly glides The vessel o'er the surging tides.
Even thus life's voyagers, who know
In sweet security they rest
Above the heaving billow,
Calm as the babe upon the breast
Of love-its native pillow:
Each storm, they know, but wafts them o'er More swiftly to the peaceful shore.
Two bulbs upon my mantel-shelf
A week or more in russet hue,
At length full many a fibre shootsPledge of the floweret rareDirectly downward from the roots, And shows that life is there.