III.

Fruit shall be gathered, whose abundant store Shall never perish;

But blissful love, where weeping shall be o'er, For ever cherish.

IV.

Then scatter freely, nor withhold thy hand
Till close of even:

Earth is the place of toil-the better land
Of rest is heaven.

LXIX.

LITTLE THINGS.

"The treasure proudly did I show
To some whose minds without disdain
Can turn to little things; but once

Looked up for it in vain."

WORDSWORTH-( A Wren's Nest.)

I.

SMALL is the flower of the field,

And small the bee that bends the flower;

Yet flower and bee much nurture yield,

To bless a thoughtful hour.

II.

And he who scorns such little things,

As wisely sure might scorn to eat
The food that bounteous Autumn brings

In little grains of wheat.

III.

Methinks, indeed, that such an one
Few pleasures upon earth will find,
Where well nigh every good is won
From little things combined.

IV.

The lark that in the morning air
Amid the sunbeams mounts and sings-
What bore her up so lightly there ?—

Small feathers in her wings.

V.

What form too the resplendent dyes

With which all nature then is bright—
Meadows, and streams, woods, hills, and skies?-
Minutest globes of light.

VI.

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.

VII.

Yea, and the robe that nature weaves, Whence does it every robe surpass?— From little flowers, and little leaves, And little blades of grass.

VIII.

O sure, who scorneth little things,
If he were not a thoughtless elf,
Far above all that round him springs,
Would scorn his little self.

LXX.

THE REWARD OF THE MEEK.

"Blessed are the meek; for they shall inherit the earth." MATT. V. 5.

I.

THIS earth is but a desert wild,
By pilgrims trod of various mood;
Yet even here the meek and mild

In secret eat of angels' food.

II.

And sprinkled o'er the arid waste

Are Palm trees shadowing fountains sweet,

Whose waters they may freely taste,

And rest the while their weary feet.

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