They leave to-morrow's cares Until the morrow, what it brings it bears. Not high, or great, or anxious overmuch, Earnest to do Thy Will betimes and late, And innocence through all my appointed days; Spotless and sweet, Thy lamb to follow Thee. PASSING AND GLASSING. ALL things that pass Are woman's looking-glass; They show her how her bloom must fade, And she herself be laid With withered roses in the shade; With withered roses and the fallen peach, Of summer joy that was. All things that pass Are woman's tiring-glass; The faded lavender is sweet, Sweet the dead violet Culled and laid by and cared for yet; The dried-up violets and dried lavender Still sweet, may comfort her, Nor need she cry Alas! IF LOVE IS NOT. All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass; Being full of hope and fear, and still Brimful of good or ill, According to our work and will; 165 For there is nothing new beneath the sun; Our doings have been done, And that which shall be was. THE GOLDEN GLORIES. HE buttercup is like a golden cup, And golden spreads the flag beside the rill, And golden drips the honey which the bee Sucks from sweet hearts of flowers and stores and sips. IF IF LOVE IS NOT. I. love is not worth loving, then life is not worth Nor aught is worth remembering, but well forgot, giving, If love is not. II. And idly cold is death-cold, and life-heat idly hot, III. Better than life's heaving heart is death's heart unheaving, Better than the opening leaves are the leaves that rot, For there is nothing left worth achieving or retrieving, If love is not. LOVE'S LIGHT. LOVE lights the sun, Love through the dark Lights up the star, lights up the spark. O ye who taste that love is sweet, Sing notes of love; that some who hear Rise up and wonder and draw near. Lead life of love; that others who SUMMER WILL COME. 167 I YET A LITTLE WHILE. DREAMED and did not seek: to-day I seek Who can no longer dream; But now am all behindhand, waxen weak, And dazed amid so many things that gleam, I dreamed and did not work: to-day I work, And loss, and perils dimly guessed to lurk : I hope indeed; but hope itself is fear Viewed on the sunny side; I hope, and disregard the world that's here, SUMMER WILL COME. A ROSE which spied one swallow Made haste to blush and blow: "Others are sure to follow: " The wandering clouds still owe Before the bird-stream flow In flood across the main And winter's woe End in glad summer come again. Then thousand flowers may blossom by the shore, But that Rose never more. WAIT. IE still, my restive heart, lie still; God's Word to thee saith, "Wait and bear." The good which He appoints is good, The good which He denies were ill; 66 Friend, go up higher," to one; to one, “Friend, enter thou My joy," He saith: To one,"Be faithful unto death." For some a wilderness doth flower, Or day's work in one hour is done, "But thou, couldst thou not watch one hour?" OF SHOW PITY. all the downfalls in the world The flutter of an Autumn leaf Grows grievous by suggesting grief; Who thought, when Spring was first unfurled, Of this? The wide world lay empearled: Who thought of frost that nips the world? Sigh on, my ditty. |