The Old Churchyard. I saw in that old churchyard An angel, in thought, appear, Who said to me, in reproving tones, "Why dost thou linger here? "Wouldst thou learn what thyself shalt be? Then look beneath the sod; Thy body shall sleep in the cold, cold clay "The golden hours of thy life Are quickly passing away; Arise! thou dreamer, arise! And work while 'tis call'd to-day." Then I walk'd from that old churchyard, But my solemn and silent stream of thought To the many works of life Which I had left undone; 7 And I sigh'd, and trembled with mournful look, As I gazed on life's setting sun. I came from that old churchyard, As I never came before, Determined to spend in idle dreams LIFE'S MARCHING SONG. B E not ever vacillating, Changing still from side to side, Fickle-minded, hesitating, Fearing ever to decide. Seek a mind by truth enlighten'd, Dare to venture on the ocean Where men never sail'd before; Fear not to unfurl thy banner On the undiscover'd shore. Life's Marching Song. Let not men's opinions daunt thee; Do the work to-day appointed, View with eagle-eye the present, Pray that Heaven may guide thy judgment, 9 VISION OF THOUGHT. OME thoughts there are of a wandering race, Which have no certain dwelling-place, Whence they come, no man doth know, How long they will stay, or when they will go. Some thoughts are welcome: whenever they come They are always sure to find a home; And the chords of the heart, which in silence have lain, Break forth to greet them with joyful strain. And thoughts there are, bright, happy, and free, And there are thoughts of awful form Their look is terror,-their robes despair. Vision of Thought. And thoughts there are of mien sublime Which come from the far-off fields of time And there are thoughts of pressure, and pain, And there are thoughts of gladsome birth And there are thoughts which ever keep And thoughts there are which restless burn, Until express'd in some act of life. 11 |