Cheat her not with the old comfort,

"Soon she will forget"

Bitter truth, alas-but matter

Rather for regret;

Bid her not "Seek other pleasures,

Turn to other things:

Rather nurse her cagèd sorrow

"Till the captive sings.

Rather bid her go forth bravely,

And the stranger greet:

Not as foe, with spear and buckler,

But as dear friends meet;

Bid her with a strong clasp hold her,

By her dusky wings

Listening for the murmured blessing

Sorrow always brings.

ONE BY ONE.

NE by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;

Some are coming, some are going;

Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,

Let thy whole strength go to each,

Let no future dreams elate thee,

Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready be to let them go.

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee,

Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;

See how small each moment's pain; God will help thee for to-morrow,

So each day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
When each gem is set with care.

Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passing hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching Heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken

Ere the pilgrimage be done.

TRUE HONOURS.

S my darling tired already, Tired of her day of play? Draw your little stool beside me, Smooth this tangled hair away. Can she put the logs together,

Till they make a cheerful blaze? Shall her blind old Uncle tell her Something of his youthful days?

Hark! The wind among the cedars
Waves their white arms to and fro,
I remember how I watched them

Sixty Christmas Days ago:

Then I dreamt a glorious vision

Of great deeds to crown each year— Sixty Christmas Days have found me Useless, helpless, blind-and here!

Yes, I feel my darling stealing

Warm soft fingers into mine-Shall I tell her what I fancied

In that strange old dream of mine? I was kneeling by the window,

Reading how a noble band,

With the red cross on their breast-plates, Went to gain the Holy Land.

While with eager eyes of wonder
Over the dark page I bent,
Slowly twilight shadows gathered

Till the letters came and went;

Slowly, till the night was round me,

Then my

heart beat loud and fast:

For I felt before I saw it

That a spirit near me passed.

Then I raised my eyes, and shining

Where the moon's first ray was bright,

Stood a winged Angel-warrior

Clothed and panoplied in light:

So, with Heaven's love upon him,
Stern in calm and resolute will,