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XIX.

Trusting in Christ that every sin Shall freely be forgiven,

Life shall be long enough to win Eternity in heaven.

LVII.

THE LIVING FACE.

I.

THERE are who love with pictures rare
Their solitary room to grace,

And yet the while but little care
To see the happiest living face.

II.

For me, I own the painter's skill;
The magic touch delight to trace ;
But, mimic beauty loving, still

I love far more the living face.

III.

One well-known smile, one chosen look The pencil may with truth portray; But glances changeful as the brook

That dimples, sparkles on its way,—

IV.

Oh, these defy the painter's art,
Whate'er the praises it hath won,
As living sunbeams never dart
Around, but from a living sun.

V.

The gifts are countless Heaven bestows As rain-drops from the clouded dome ; But earthly boon no bosom knows

More sweet than one loved face at home.

VI.

One face that oft with gentle smile

Reveals the fondness of a heart,

Which all our cares would fain beguile,
And all its own sweet joys impart.

VII.

Hast thou e'er seen how in the wood

A climbing rose, with blossoms bright, Can deck and cheer the solitude

Around her with her own soft light?

VIII.

Even such, within the little bound
That forms our earthly dwelling-place,

The gladness that is shed around
By one beloved, and happy face.

IX.

Be that within, the storm without
In vain shall spend its utmost ire;
Or be as winter's wildest rout,

That more endears the blazing fire.

X.

Oh, be it always mine to see,
Whatever else may fail to grace
My home, that dearest sight to me,
A loving, cheerful, changeful face.

LVIII.

QUIT YOU LIKE MEN.

1 Cor. xvi. 13.

I.

WOULD'ST thou from hands beloved, adored,

Receive the victor's wreath ?—

Then, for the combat draw the sword!-
And throw away the sheath!

II.

Beneath the banners of the Cross,

High in the Heavens unfurled,

And counting every prize as

"loss"

That lures a rebel world,

III.

Fight, as the strong man armed would fight,

To save his dearest hoard!—

Till thou hast won the chaplet bright:

Then-throw away the sword!

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