Behold it at the midnight hour; Behold its myriad worlds, and try To fathom th' Almighty's power: To trace the wonders of His hand Upon the bosom of the deep, When mountain-like, sublimely grand, From shore to shore proud billows sweep. Behold! and tell me how you dare Presume to mock the Deity? How in the face of Heaven to wear N Does not the Great Eternal know The inmost secrets of the heart? Does not the Great Eternal know Who acts or saint's or sinner's part? Time. "Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, Feeds on the rarities of Nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow." SHAKSPERE. OW short's the allotted time of man! How fleeting his appointed day! A momentary breath, a span, A shadow flitting fast away. Yet there are those who seem to think Life's transient joys will ne'er be o'er That they will at the fountain drink Of earthly bliss for evermore: That they shall call their lands their own Reap that which other hands have sown, And balk the still insatiate tomb. The Adulteress. "Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; Of all tame, a flatterer." BEN JONSON. H! come with me, and take your fill of love, ""Tis that alone which rules the realms above;" I'll draw my silken curtains round your head, He followed;-but, like one in battle slain, He fell, alas! no more to rise again! H! if there be a sight I love to see, It is the poor man in his humble cot, Content and happy as frail man can be, (However poor) with his appointed lot! It is the man who cheerfully will work, In just obedience to his Maker's will; The man who never willingly doth shirk The task which Heaven designed him to fulfil. |