Oh, may this tale a lesson be

To teach the truth and make us see,

That not from follies e'en are free

The wise and good.

For often will the brightest ray

That genius scatters in our way

Glitter only to betray

And lead us wrong.

Verba sint nobis monito hæc severo,

Atque sic omnes homines docerent,

Non malis terrâ vitiis carere,

Vel sapientes.

Sæpius vero radius coruscans

Quem in viam nostram Genius remisit,

In gravem tantum micuit ruinam

Ducere doctos.

Then teach me, God, thy ways to keep,
And love Thee with affection deep,

That I in peace may calmly sleep

In death at last.

And learn that as I onward speed,

Of worldly pomps to take no heed,

For earthly joys and pleasures lead

IT IS NOT WHEN THE EYES BEAM

BRIGHTEST.

It is not when the eyes beam brightest,
Or lips in gladness seem to smile,
That we can say the heart is lightest
Or that the mind is calm the while!

For oft the sunbeams mildly rest

In radiance on some lonely tomb, But yet the light that gilds its breast, Cannot dispel its inward gloom.

So thus, though smiles of cheerfulness

May hide the woe that fills the heart, They cannot make its misery less,

Nor one bright gleam of joy impart;

IT IS NOT WHEN THE EYES BEAM BRIGHTEST.

For though the eye be calm and dry,

Nor yet one sign of grief appear,

The brain

may

burn without a sigh,

The heart may burst-without a tear!

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THE FIELD FLOWER.

Go, see the little wild field flower,

And mark it's varied hue,

It speaks of a mysterious Power

Placed far above our view;

Although the wind with tempest rife May bend its fragile form,

The Power Divine who gave it life,

Protects it from the storm.

Then do not think in our distress That we are quite alone,

Or that the care of us is less

Than to the flower shown;