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The Righteous.

"Say ye to the righteous, It shall be well with him."

"Happy were men, if they but understood

There is no safety but in doing good!"

FOUNTAIN.

H! how supremely blest is he,
Whatever storms may rise,

Who through the darkest cloud can see

The light of other skies!

Who trembles not beneath the blast

That rends the oak in twain,

Knowing that when the storm is past
The heavens shall smile again!

Knowing that the Eternal's word
Is firmer than the poles ;-
The loudest thunder ever heard,

Heaven's majesty controls;

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Without His sovereign will,

No storm but waits on His decree,

His mandate to fulfil.

Jabid and Golix}.

"But the might's with the right;

From the cloud breaks the light;
And the head high at morning,
May lie low ere the night."

SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

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EHOLD! the giant warrior of Gath

Comes like the potentate of Heaven and earth;

Scorns with contempt the bold intrepid youth

Arrayed in all the panoply of Truth;

Tells him his flesh and body shall be given

A feast for reptiles and the fowls of heaven.

But, hark! that brave, undaunted youth replies,

Lifting on high his Heaven-directed eyes— "The ravenous vulture and the savage beast

Shall on thy carcase, O Goliah! feast."

Nearer and nearer, see, the champions draw,

While halting armies wait with speechless awe :

Nerved by that Power that rends the earth in twain,

And the same moment closes it again,—

Though by a stripling slung, the well-aimed stone

Sinks in the forehead of the champion!

Drive.

"Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and mislead the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is Pride that never-failing vice of fools."

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I've seen him with a scornful eye

Turn from the cottage of the poor,

And pass the helpless beggar by,

As but a worm, and nothing more.

But then, again, I've seen him fall,

Dashed headlong back from whence he rose,

His boasted wealth, his pomp, his all,

Exchanged for want, with all its woes.

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Anxious our griefs to share

To stem the bursting tears that flow

From fountains breaking up with woe.

And how consoling are the sighs,

When every hope has flown,

That in another's bosom rise

Responsive to our own!

TO AN UNKNOWN FRIEND.

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The throbbings of a friendly heart,

E'en in despair some joy impart.

Then, oh! my friend, whene'er the tear
Of sorrow dims thine eye,

May some Samaritan be near,

Some guardian angel nigh,

Gently to wipe that tear away—

The fountain of thy griefs to stay.

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