THE DAYS OF OUR AGE. "The days of our age are threescore years and ten, and, though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow." Whoso has lived to threescore years and ten That, when we shall have reached our journey's end, For, living here, we die; there we shall live That deathless life which Christ alone can give. ON A POOR MAN'S GRAVE. "The Lord knoweth them that are His." Hard was his path in life, Heavy the load he drew, How heavy, and how hard, If, then, he seemed to thee Easy thy path and smooth, THE POWER OF GOD. "With God all things are possible." From the dead carcase of a forest beast Seest thou yon engine? Had it not a vent, Makes itself felt, although invisible, Yet not to strew the ground with piles of dead Still to be theirs after this mortal strife. |