Some live in the living present,

Some cling to the dying past, Some long for the "glorious future" Which may never come at last.

And each one has his calling,
And all their work to do:

And the thoughts of the heart are legion,
Though the joys of the heart are few.

TRANSFORMATION.

GRAIN of corn once gently slept

Beneath the fertile soil,

But by-and-bye its slumbering power

Awoke to life awhile.

It burst the casket of its life,

And kiss'd the balmy air,

It crept beneath the heavy clod,

Most beautiful and fair.

It strain'd and yearn'd to reach the light,
E'en though the faintest gleam;

But it danced with joy as it felt the warmth
Of the sun's soft golden beam.

The

germs

of its inner life sprang forth,

While it felt the light and shade:

And the new life came from the old, as was seen

In the bud and tender blade.

A life was taken, and a life was given,
For the angel of death was there;
But the angel of life in mercy came,
And he gave a life more fair.

Then sorrow not for the sleeping dead
Who long in the earth have lain ;

For the hour shall come when the dead in Christ

To life shall rise again.

The body, sown in dishonour and shame,

In another form shall live;

And more glorious far than the former life

Is the life which God shall give.

B

BE TRUE TO THYSELF.

E true to thyself, nor e'er seek to borrow
The name, the thoughts, or the life of

another;

To imitate others, at best, is but pelf,-
Whate'er may befall thee, be true to thyself.

Be true to thy heart, with its pleasure and pain,
Its hopes and its fears, its loss and its gain,
Its instincts, its yearnings, its choices so dear,
Its deep-rooted faith and devotion sincere.

Be true to thy mind,-with its knowledge and light; Be true to thy conscience, its sense of the right; Be true to thy feelings, convictions, and aim, Pursuing a course unattended with blame.

Be true to thyself, for though all men are brothers,
God has made thee very different from others;
Thy heart hath its records it only can bear,
Thy soul hath an image it only can wear.

Be true to thyself, in life's critical hour

Still keep for thy motto, " self-reliance is power;" And scorn mean subservience to rank and to wealth, But trust in thy God, and be true to thyself!

B

CHILD OF THE SEA.

EAUTIFUL ship, thy sails are spread,
No gathering storms hang o'er thy head,
By the gentle breeze thou art borne

along,

Beating time to the ocean's song.

Beautiful ship, I see thee ride

On the foaming crest of the flowing tide,
Cleaving the waters, unfetter'd and free,
Beautiful, beautiful child of the sea.

Beautiful ship, where hast thou been?

In distant seas what hast thou seen?

By foreign shores though long thou hast lain, Thou art welcome to thy port again.

Beautiful ship, thou art no more toss'd,
Thy voyage is over, the bar is cross'd,

From the storms of the deep for awhile thou art free,

Beautiful, beautiful child of the sea.

Beautiful ship, whenever I see

Thy sails unfurl'd on the boundless sea;

I think of the time, when through crested foam, My shatter'd bark shall reach her home.

THE PARTING HOUR.

OW sad the parting hour,

When kindred hearts are clinging,

In the solitude of some peaceful bower, While the evening bells are ringing.

How deep is the sigh of sorrow

Which comes from that aching heart, As it dwells on the word "to-morrow," And knows the dearest must part.

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