What's done we partly may compute,

But know not what's resisted.

Address to the Unco Guid.

Burns.

ROBERT BURNS.

Let those who never erred forget
His worth, in vain bewailings;
Sweet soul of song!— I own my debt
Uncancelled by his failings!

But who his human heart has laid
To Nature's bosom nearer ?

Who sweetened toil like him, or paid
To love a tribute dearer?

Through all his tuneful art, how strong
The human feeling gushes!

The very moonlight of his song

Is warm with smiles and blushes!

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Blot out the Epic's stately rhyme,
But spare his Highland Mary!

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

Judge not; the workings of his brain
And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain
In God's pure light may only be

A scar brought from some well-won field
Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.

Snow-bound.

ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER.

Where'er her troubled path may be,
The Lord's sweet pity with her go!
The outward, wayward life we see,
The hidden springs we may not know.

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

To J. W.

Life is too short to waste
In critic peep or cynic bark,
Quarrel or reprimand:

'Twill soon be dark:

Up! mind thine own aim, and

God speed the mark.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

You groped your way across my room i' the drear dark dead of night;

At each fresh step a stumble was: but, once your lamp alight,

Easy and plain you walked again: so soon all wrong grew right!

What lay on floor to trip your foot? Each object, late awry,

Looked fitly placed, nor proved offence to footing free for why?

The lamp showed all, discordant late, grown simple symmetry.

Be love your light and trust your guide, with these explore my heart!

No obstacle to trip you then, strike hands and souls

apart!

Since rooms and hearts are furnished so,- light shows you,- needs love start?

Ferishtah's Fancies.

ROBERT BROWNING.

XV.

Trust and prayer.

Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last,- far off,- at last to all,
And every winter change to spring

In Memoriam.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

A thread of law runs through thy prayer
Stronger than iron castles are,

And love and longing toward her goal
Are pilots sweet to guide the soul.

Seen and Unseen.

DAVID ATWOOD WASSON.

TRUST AND PRAYER.

Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know
What rainbows teach, and sunsets show?
Verdict which accumulates

From lengthening scroll of human fates,
Voice of earth to earth returned,
Prayers of saints that inly burned,-
Saying, What is excellent,

Threnody

As God lives, is permanent;

Hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain :
Heart's love will meet thee again.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON.

So oft the doing of God's will
Our foolish wills undoeth!
And yet what idle dream breaks ill,
Which morning light subdueth?
And who would murmur and misdoubt
When God's great sunrise finds him out?

An Island.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

GOD AND A DAY.

Consider but this single day's demands,

Its dower of work, its wage of smiles and tears! So rich with opportunity it stands :

One day with God is as a thousand years.

But when the clock of time shall cease to beat,

And Heaven's high call our answering hearts obey,

There waits a service and a rest so sweet,

A thousand years shall pass as one bright day.

EDWARD A. CHURCH.