"O Church of God! my life is lent AMEN. JEAN INGELOW. THE VOICE IN THE TWILIGHT. I WAS sitting alone toward the twilight, With thoughts that were morbid and gloomy Some homely work I was doing For the child of my love and care, But my thoughts were about the “building,” And that only the gold, and the silver, And the precious stones should abide. And remembering my own poor efforts, "It is nothing but wood, hay, and stubble," This useless fruit of the talents "And I have so longed to serve Him, And sometimes I know I have tried ; But I'm sure when He sees such building, He will never let it abide." Just then, as I turned the garment, I knew 't was the best she could do; And yet - can you understand it? · Then a sweet voice broke the silence, And there in the deepening twilight Then I knew by the thrill of sweetness So my thoughts are nevermore gloomy, But my heart is strong and restful, And mine eyes are unto Him. WOMAN'S WORK FOR WOMEN. "Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house." UCH as have not gold to bring Thee, SUCH They bring thanks - Thy grateful sons ; Such as have no song to sing Thee, Live Thee praise — Thy silent ones. Such as have their unknown dwelling, None the place ordained refuseth, Now Thy work by us fulfilling, Build us in Thy house divine; Some, of every eye beholden, Other, Thou dost bless with station JEAN INGELOW. WORK ON EARTH. WHY HY dost thou talk of death, laddie? The Master that hath placed thee here Why dost thou talk of heaven, laddie? "I gave thee wealth and influence, And the poor around thee spread: Where are the sheep and lambs of mine That thou hast reared and fed? "I gave thee wit and eloquence, "I placed thee in a land of light, "And last I sent thee chastisement, That thou mightst be my son : Where is the trusting faith that says, 'Father, Thy will be done'?" JOHN WILSON. NOW AND AFTERWARDS. "TWO HANDS UPON THE BREAST, AND LABOR IS PAST." 'WO hands upon the breast, "Two And labor 's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest The race is won; RUSSIAN PROVERB. Two eyes with coin-weights shut, And all tears cease; Two lips where grief is mute, Anger at peace; So pray we oftentimes, mourning our lot: "Two hands to work addrest Aye for His praise; Two feet that never rest, Walking His ways; |