114 FOLLY. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to take." The warrior on the battlefield, After the battle-pillowing his head, To the sweet memories of his childhood's hour, His massive brow all hung with laurel leaves, The cattle yoked, and mutely listening; The farmer's toil, the farmer's face, and, best But hark! a soft voice steals upon his heart: "Now say your prayer, my son, before we part;" And clasping his great hands-a child once more— Upon his breast, forgetting life's long war, Thus hear him pray : "Now I lay me down to sleep, I If I should die before I wake, FOLLY. There is folly in statesmen's schemes, That leads them with bridle and bit. There's folly in power and pride, But that is the sweetest of all. But of all the follies, the worst- Is that of a thankless heart. For the thankless heart is cursed, And with blessings encompassed grieves- To be thankful makes better the good; Oh, let us be thankful in youth, Youth has its own sweet joys, And he must be blind as a bat, Who cannot see Love's sweet smile, And will not be thankful for that. There are friends the dearest to cheer, And when from the dearest on earth A boon to be thankful still To meet them again in heaven. 115 RESERVE. (From the French.) SOMETHING should remain unseen, Sometimes on the verge of speech, Idle talk is ever free, And with riches soon runs o'er; Reason should the treasurer be, And still something keep in store. BIDE YOUR TIME. BIDE your time !—the morn is breaking, Bright with freedom's blessed ray; Millions, from their trance awaking, Soon shall stand in stern array. Man shall fetter man no longer, Bide your time!—one false step taken "Tis not by one rash endeavour PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE. Bide your time!-your worst transgression 117 PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE. VOYAGER upon life's sea, to yourself be true, And where'er your lot may be, "Paddle your own canoe !" Nobly dare the wildest storm, stem the hardest gale; Every wave that bears you on to the silent shore, If your birth denied you wealth, lofty state and power, Honest fame and hardy health are a better dower: But, if these will not suffice, golden gain pursue; 66 canoe!" Would you wrest the wreath of fame from the hand of fate? Would Would you bless your fellow-men? Heart and soul imbue you write a deathless name with the good and great? Would With a crush the tyrant wrong, in the world's free fight? spirit brave and strong, battle for the right: you And to break the chains that bind the many to the few- 118 THE MARRIAGE VOW. Nothing great is lightly won, nothing won is lost; CUPID TAUGHT BY THE GRACES. Ir is their summer haunt ;-a giant oak He, at their bidding, sweeps a chorded shell, And waken strains of music from its chords THE MARRIAGE VOW. SPEAK it not lightly!-'tis a holy thing, Or when thine eye is wet with bitterest tears, And must be questioned in eternity! Speak it not lightly!-though the young and gay Fade like the clouds that with the morn have birth; Stored in the treasure-cell of memory. |