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BE KIND TO EACH OTHER.

E kind to each other, through weal and through woe,

For there's many a sorrow for hearts here below;

The storms of this life beat around us in vain,

If we're kind to each other in pleasure and
pain.

Be kind to each other when life is all light,
When music and mirth please the ear of the night;
When pleasure spreads roses in grandeur's gay hall,
Be kind to each other and fear.not at all.

Be kind to each other in sorrow and grief,
'Tis sympathy' only can give thee relief;
Dividing our sorrow but lessens our pain,
Be kind to each other-affliction is vain.

Be kind to each other when sickness has come,
Let nothing but smiles ever visit your home:
Encourage and succour, and soothe the distressed,
Be kind to each other, and still thou art blessed.

Be kind to each other, through life, to its close,
And when thou art freed from its wishes and woes;
When freed from life's tears, from its sorrows and sighs,
Be kind to each other, and meet in the skies.

'sympathy, feeling with, or, for another.

2 succour, assist, help.

MY FATHER'S AT THE HELM.

THE curling waves, with awful roar,
A little boat assailed;

And pallid1 fear's distracting power
O'er all on board prevailed.

Save one, the captain's darling child,
Who steadfast viewed the storm;
And cheerful, with composure, smiled

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At danger's threatening form.

"And sport'st thou thus," a seaman cried,

While terrors overwhelm ?"

"Why should I fear?" the boy replied,
"My father's at the helm!"

So when our worldly all is reft—
Our earthly helper gone,

We still have one true anchor left-
God helps, and He alone.

He to our prayers will bend an ear,

He gives our pangs relief;

He turns to smiles each trembling tear,
To joy each torturing grief.

Then turn to Him, 'mid sorrows wild,
When want and woes o'erwhelm;
Remembering, like the fearless child,
Our Father's at the helm.

↓ Pale.

2 Confusing.

* Calmness.

4 Torn away.

SPRING.

WHEN brighter suns and milder skies

Proclaim the opening

year,

What various sounds of joy arise!

What prospects bright appear!

Earth and her thousand voices give

Their thousand notes of praise;

And all, that by His mercy live,
To God their offering raise.

The streams, all beautiful and bright,
Reflect the morning sky;

And there with music in his flight,
The wild bird soars on high.

Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
That saw the Saviour rise,

The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.

No winter there, no shades of night
Profane those mansions blest,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.

THE ROSE.

OW fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower!

The glory of April and May;

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,

And they wither and die in a day.

Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
Above all the flowers of the field!

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours are lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!

So frail are the youth and the beauty of man,
Though they bloom, and look gay, like a rose,
But all our fond care to preserve them is vain,
Time kills them as fast as he goes.

Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade,

But gain a good name by well doing my duty;
This will scent like a Rose when I'm dead.

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man : Now tell me the reason, I pray ? "

"In the days of my youth," Father William replied, "I remembered that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigour at first, That I never might want them at last."

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "And pleasures with youth pass away,

And yet you lament not the days that are gone;

Now tell me the reason, I

pray?

"In the days of my youth," Father William replied,

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I remember'd that youth could not last;

I thought of the future, whatever I did,

That I never might grieve for the past."

"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, “And life must be hastening away :

You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death ? Now tell me the reason, I pray?

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I am cheerful, young man," Father William replied,

'Let the cause thy attention engage;

In the days of my youth I remember'd my God;

And He hath not forgotten my age!"