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67. AFFLICTION, Eucharist of.
Lct doubt, then, and danger my progress Above the seas of gold and glass
(close; The Christ, transîgured, stands to-day; | They only make heaven more sweet at the Below, in troubled currents, pass
| Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, The tidal fates of man away.
An hour with my God will make up for it
all. Through that environed blessedness Our sorrow cannot wholly rise,
A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, Nor his swift sympathy redress
I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The anguish that in Nature lies.
The road may be rough, but it cannot be
long, Yet mindful from his banquet sends And I'll smooth it with hope, and cheer it The guest of God a cup of wine,
H. F. Lyte. And shares a morsel with his friends, Who, wondering, wait without the shrine.
70. AFFLICTION, Jesu in. Julia Ward Howe.
Jesu is in my heart, His sacred name 68. AFFLICTION, Furnace of.
| Is deeply carved there; but the other week
A great affliction broke the little frame, He that from dross would win the precious
E'en all to pieces; which I went to seek: ore,
And first I found the corner where was J Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye,
After where was Es, and next where o, was The subtle, searching process to explore,
graved. Lest the one brilliant moment should pass / When I had got these parcels, instantly When in the molten silver's virgin mass, [by, I sat me down to spell them, and perceived He meets his pictured face as in a glass.
That to my broken hcart He was I case you, Thus in God's furnace are his children tried :
And to my whole is JESU. Tarice happy they who to the end endure!
George Herbert. But who the fiery trial may abide ?
71. AFFLICTION, Refuge in. Who from the crucible come forth so pure, In the dark winter of affliction's hour, That He, whose eyes of flame look through When summer friends and pleasures haste the whole,
[each power May see His image perfect in the soul? And the wreck'd heart perceives how frail
It made a refuge, and believed a stay; Not with an evanescent glimpse alone,
| When man all wild and weak is seen to beAs in that mirror, the refiner's face, There's none like Thee, O Lord! there's none But, stampt with heaven's broad signet, there like Thee! be shown
(grace,Immanuel's features, full of truth and Thou in adversity canst be a sun; And round that seal of love this motto be, Thou hast a healing balm, a sheltering tower, “Not for a moment, but eternity!”
The peace, the truth, the life, the love of
[power! 69. APFLICTION, Heroism under.
Nor wound, nor grief, nor storm can over
Gifts of a King; gifts frequent and yet frec— My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, There's none like thee, O Lord ! nonc, none Then why should I murmur when trials are like thee! Maria J. Jewsbury. near!
[come Be hushed, my dark spirit, the worst that can
worst that can I 72. AFFLICTION, Welcoming. But shortens my journey, and hastens thee Come then, Affliction, if my Father bids, home.
And be my frowning friend : a friend that
frowns It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, Is better than a smiling enemy. [rain, And building my hopes in a region like this: We welcome clouds that bring the former I look for a city that hands have not piled, Though they the present prospect blacken I pant for a country by sin undefiled.
J and shade the beauties of the opening year, The thorn and the thistle around me may That, by their stores enriched, the earth may grow,
yield I would not lie down upon roses below;
A fruitful summer and a plenteous crop. I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest,
Charles Swaine. Till I find them, O Lord, in thy sheltering
Lord, e thy sheltering 73. AGENCY, Free. breast.
Man shall be blessed, as far as man permits. Afflictions may press me, they cannot destroy, Not man alone-all rationals, Heaven arms One glimpse of Thy love turns them all into With an illustrious, but tremendous power joy;
[them, To counteract its own most gracious ends; And the bitterest tears, if Thou smile but on And this, of strict necessity, not choice. Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and That power denied, men, angels, were no gem.
But passive engines, void of praise or blame. O'er that wide plain, now wrapt in gloom,
Where many a splendor finds its tomb,
The epoch ends, the world is still.
Matthew Arnold. Man is the maker of immortal fates. [crees.
76, AGE, The Golden. Edward Young.
The golden age was first; when man, yet 74. AGE, Approach of.
No rule but uncorrupted reason knew; [new, Six years had passed, and forty ere the six, | And with a native bent did good pursue ; When Time began to play his usual tricks; Unforc'd by punishment, unaw'd by fear, The locks once comely in a virgin's sight, His words were simple, and his soul sincere. Locks of pure brown, displayed the en- Needless was written law, where none opcroaching white;
prest; The blood, once fervid, now to cool began, The law of man was written in his breast. And Time's strong pressure to subdue the No suppliant crowds before the judge apI rode or walked as I was wont before, (man.) pear'd; But now the bounding spirit was no more; No court erected yet, nor cause was heard ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, But all was safe, for conscience was their A walk of moderate length distress my feet.
guard. I showed my stranger guest those hills sub- The teeming earth, yet guiltless of the plough, lime,
[climb." | And unprovoked, did fruitful stores allow. But said, “The view is poor, we need not Content with food, which nature freely bred, At a friend's mansion I began to dread On wildings and on strawberries they fed ; The cold neat parlor, and the gay glazed Cornels and bramble-berries gave the rest, At home I felt a more decided taste, sbed; | And falling acorns furnish'd out a feast. And must have all things in my order placed. The flowers, unsown, in fields and meadows I ceased to hunt; my horses pleased me less, reign'd,
(tain'd. My dinner more; I learned to play at chess. And western winds immortal spring mainI took my dog and gun, but saw the brute | In following years the bearded corn ensu'd Was disappointed that I did not shoot. From earth unask'd, nor was the earth reMy morning walks I now could bear to lose,
new'd. And blessed the shower that gave me not to From veins of valleys, milk and nectar broke, In fact, I felt a languor stealing on; (choose. And honey sweating through the pores of The active arm, the agile hand, were gone;
oak. Ovid, tr. by John Dryden. Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and fashions new.
77. AGE, The Iron. I loved my trees in order to dispose ; Truth, Modesty, and Shame, the world forI numbered peaches, looked low stocks arose; Told the same story oft,-in short, began to Fraud, Avarice, and Force, their places took. prose. George Crabbe. Then sails were spread to every wind that blew;
(new : 75. AGE, The Dead.
Raw were the sailors, and the depths were The epoch ends, the world is still.
Trees, rudely hollow'd, did the waves sustain, The age has talked and worked its fill, Ere ships in triumph plough'd the wat’ry plain. The famous orators have done, The famous poets sung and gone,
Then landmarks limited to each his right: The famous men of war have fought,
For all before was common as the light. The famous speculators thought,
Nor was the ground alone requir'd to bear The famous players, sculptors, wrought, Her annual income to the crooked share; The famous painters filled their wall,
But greedy mortals rummaging her store, The famous critics judged it all.
Digg'd from her entrails first the precious The combatants are parted now,
ore; Uphung the spear, unbent the bow,
Which next to hell the prudent gods had laid, The puissant crowned, the weak laid low ! And that alluring ill to sight displayed ; And in the after-silence sweet, ..
Thus cursed steel, and more accursed gold, Now strife is hushed, our ears doth meet, Gave mischief birth, and made that mischief Ascending pure, the bell-like fame,
bold: Of this or that down-trodden name,
And double death did wretched man inyade, Delicate spirits, pushed away
By steel assaulted, and by gold betrayed. In the hot-press of the noon-day.
Now (brandish'd weapons glittering in their And o'er the plain, where the dead age
hands) Did its now silent warfare wage,
Mankind is broken loose from mortal bands;
No rights of hospitality remain ;
| Leaving the old, both worlds at once they The guest, by him who harbor'd him, is slain;
view, The son-in-law pursues the father's life, That stand upon the threshold of the new. The wife her husband murders-he the wife.
Edmund Waller. The step-dame poison for the son prepares; 81. AGE, Youth and. The son inquires into his father's years.
When I was young! Ah, woful When! Faith flies, and piety in exile mourns ;
Ah, for the change 'twixt Now and Then! And Justice, here opprest, to heaven returns. This breathing house, not built with hands,
Ooid, tr. by John Dryden. This body, that does me grievous wrong, 78, AGE, The New
O'er air cliffs and glittering sands
How lightly then it flushed along!
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, In torrents, in waves,
On winding lakes and rivers wide, Carolling and shouting
That ask no aid of sail or oar, Over tombs, amid graves,
That fear no spite of wind or tide. See on the cumbered plain
Naught cared this body for wind or weather, Clearing a stage,
When Youth and I lived in't together.
Ere I was old! Ah, woful Ere!
Which tells me Youth's no longer here. Thinkers new schools,
Oh Youth! For years so many and sweet Statesmen new systems,
'Tis known that thou and I were one; Critics new rules!
I'll think it but a fond conceit; All things begin again;
It cannot be that thou art gone! Life is their prize;
Thy vesper bell hath not yet tolled;
And thou wert aye a masker bold.
To make believe that thou art gone ? 79, AGE, The Silver.
I see these locks in silvery slips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!.
When we are old: and snow;
| That only serves to make us grieve And shivering mortals, into houses driven, With oft and tedious taking leave; Sought shelter from the inclemency of heaven. Like some poor nigh-related guest Those houses, then, were caves, or homely | That may not rudely be dismissed, sheds,
fbeds. Yet hath outstayed his welcome while, With twining oziers fenc'd, and moss their And tells the jest without the smile. Then ploughs, for seeds, their fruitful fur
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. rows broke,
82. AGED, Absurdities of tho. And oxen labor'd first beneath the yoke.
Absurd longevity! More, more, it cries ; To this next came in course the brazen age:
More life, more wealth, more trash of every A warlike offspring prompt to bloody rage,
(fails? Not impious yet.
And wherefore mad for more, when relish Ooid, tr. by John Dryden.
Object and appetite must club for joy80. AGE, Wisdom of.
Baubles, I mean, that strike us from without.
Shall folly labor hard to mend the bow, The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er;
| While Nature is relaxing every string? So calm are we when passions are no more!
Ask thought for joy: grow rich, and hoard For then we know how vain it is to boast
(cease, Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Think you the soul, when this life's rattles Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
| Has nothing of more manly to succeed ? Conceal that emptiness which age descries :
Contract the taste immortal; learn e'en now The soul's dark cottage, battered and de
battered and de- To relish what alone subsists hereafter. cayed,
Divine or none, henceforth, your joys forever. Lets in new light through chinks that time of age, the glory is to wish to die:
That wish is praise and promise ; it applauds Stronger by weakness, wiser men become Past life, and promises our future bliss. As they draw near to their eternal home; | What weakness see not children in their sires ! Grand-climacterical absurdities!
Of mighty war, then, with unwearicd hand, Gray-haired authority, to faults of youth, Disdaining little delicacies, seized How shocking! it makes folly thrice a fool; The plough, and greatly independent lived. And our first childhood might our last despise.
James Thomson. ce and esteem is all that age can hope: 87. AGRICULTURE, Prayerful. Nothing but wisdom gives the first; the last, Nothing but the repute of being wise.
4. First offer incense; then thy field and meads
; Folly bars both: our age is quite undone.
Shall smile and smell the better by thy beads; What folly can be ranker? Like our shad-1"
The spangling dew dreg'd o'er the grasse Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. [ows,
Turn'd all to mell and manna there for thee. No wish should loiter, then, this side the
Butter of amber, cream, and wine, and oil grave.
knell Our hearts should leave the world before the
Shall run, and rivers, all throughout thy soyl. Calls for our carcasses to mend the soil :
Wod'st thou to sincere silver turn thy mold ? Enough to live in tempest, die in port.
Pray once, twice pray, and turn thy ground Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat
I to gold.
Robert Herrick. Defects of judgment and the will subdue: 1 88. AGRICULTURE, Treasure of. Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore A vintner at the point of death, Of that vast ocean it must sail so soon, Spake to his sons with parting breath: And put good works on board, and wait the "A treasure in our vineyard lies. wind
Dig for it!"_“Say, where is the prize ?” That shortly blows us into worlds unknown: Aloud they to their father cried. If unconsidered, too, a dreadful scene! “Dig, dig!” he said, when lo! he died.
Edward Young. 83. AGED, Death Song for the.
Ere in his grave he long had lain,
They searched and dug with might and main. In age and feebleness extreme
With spade, and mattock, and with loe Who shall a sinful worm redeem ?
The vineyard o'er and o'er they throw. Jesus, my only hope thou art,
No clod escaped their zealous toil, Strength of my failing flesh and heart;
E'en through a sieve they passed the soil, Oh, could I catch a smile from Thee,
And drew the rakes across, around, And drop into eternity! Charles Wesley. For ev'ry stone upon the ground; 84. AGED, Flattery of the.
But of the treasure saw no trace; Here is one that wishes to live longer;
Each thought 'twas but a wild-goose chase. Feels not his gout, nor palsy ; feigns himself But scarce the sun its yearly round Younger by scores of years; flatters his age Had made, when they with wonder found With confident belying, with hopes he may Each vine-tree bore a three-fold prize. With charms, like Eson, have his youth re- Then grew, at length, the children wise, stored;
And, year on year revolving round, And with those thoughts so battens, as if fate Dug greater treasures from the ground. Would be as easily cheated on as he.
Gottfried August Bürger. Ben Jonson. I 89, AIM, The Christian's. 85. AGED, Happiness of the.
Aim at the highest prize; if there thou fail, Bebold a patriarch of years, who leaneth on Thou'lt haply reach to one not far below. the staff of religion;
Strive first the goal to compass: if too slot His heart is fresh, quick to feel, a bursting Thy speed, the attempt may ne'ertheless avail fount of generosity;
The next best post to conquer. Let not quail He, playful in his wisdom, is gladdened in Eve, heart, or limb: but still right onward his son's first love;
[stow, Lofty aspirations, deep affections, holy hopes, The Judge shall heed thee, and a crown beare his delight;
. And bid thy name the loud-voiced herald His abhorrence is to strip from life its chari- hail." table garment of ideal.
To the wished mark one racer only came The shrewd world laughed at him for honesty, of old victorious: to intwine his brow
the vain world mouthed at him for honor, One only grasped the crown, and won the The false world hated him for truth, the cold
game, world despised him for affection. [heart, Isthmian or proud Olympian. Happier thou Still he kept his treasure, the warm and noble Pursu'st thy course with no uncertain aim, And in that happy old man survive the child
Secure to seize an amaranthine bough. and lover. M. F. Tupper.
Bishop Mant. 86. AGRICULTURE, Nobility of.
90. ALLELUIA, Oocasion for. In ancient times, the sacred plough employed Alleluia, Alleluia! The kings and awful fathers of mankind.
The battle now is done, And some, with whom compared your insect
The victory is won; Are but the beings of a summer's day, stribes
Let us joy and sing Have held the scale of empire, ruled the storm | Alleluia!
Alleluia, Alleluia !
Of cunning skill, and curious device, Suffering death's cruel doom, And endless multitudes of liveried wights, Jesus hath he!l overcome;
His pleasure waited with obsequious look. Let us praise and shout
And when the wants of nature were supplied, Alleluia!
| And commonplace extravagances filled, Alleluia, Alleluia!
Beyond their asking; and caprice itself,
In all its zig-zag appetites, gorged full,
The man new wants and new expenses
Nor planned alone: wise, learned, sober mcn,
Of cogitation deep, took up his case, Alleluia, Alleluia!
And planned for him new modes of folly Closed are the gates below,
[means Heaven's halls are open now; Contrived new wishes, wants, and wondrous Let us joy and sing
Of spending with dispatch: yet after all, Alleluia !
His fields extended still, his riches grew, Alleluia, Alleluia!
And what seemed splendor infinite, increased.
So lavishly upon a single man
Did Providence his bounties daily shower.
Turn now thine eye, and look on poverty! Alleluia! From the Latin, tr. by Horatius Bonar.
Look on the lowest of her ragged sons;
| We find him by the way, sitting in dust; 91. ALLOTMENT, Diversities of.
He has no bread to eat, no tongue to ask ; Another feature in the ways of God,
No limbs to walk; no home, no house, no That wondrous seemed, and made some men
Observe his goblin cheek; his wretched eye; Was the unequal gift of worldly things.
See how his hand, if any hand he has, Great was the difference, indeed, of men Involuntarily opens, and trembles forth, Externally, from beggar to the prince. As comes the traveller's foot; and hear his The highest take, and lowest and conceive
groan, The scale between. A noble of the earth, His long and lamentable groan, announce One of its great, in splendid mansion dwelt; The want that gnaws within; severely now, Was robed in silk and gold, and every day The sun scorches and burns his old bald head; Fared sumptuously; was titled, honored, The frost now glues him to the chilly earth; served.
On him hail, rain, and tempest rudely beat; Thousands his nod awaited, and his will And all the winds of heaven, in jocular mood, For law received: whole provinces his march Sport with his withered rags, that, tossed Attended, and his chariot drew, or on Display his nakedness to passers by, [about, Their shoulders bore aloft the precious man. And grievously burlesque the human form. Millions, abased, fell prostrate at his feet; Observe him yet more narrowly: his limbs, And millions more thundered adoring praise. With palsy shaken, about him blasted lie; As far as eye could reach, he called the land And all his flesh is full of putrid sores, His own, and added yearly to his fields. And noisome wounds, his bones of racking Like tree that of the soil took healthy root,
pains. He grew on every side, and towered on high, Strange vesture this for an immortal soul ! And over half a nation shadowing wide, Strange retinue to wait a lord of earth! He spread his ample boughs; air, earth, and It seems as Nature, in some surly mood, Nature entire, the brute, and rational, [sea, After debate and musing long, had tried To please him ministered, and vied among How vile and miserable thing her hand Themselves, who most should his desires pre- Could fabricate, then made this meagre man: vent,
A sight so full of perfect misery, Watching the moving of his rising thoughts That passengers their faces turned away, Attentively, and hasting to fulfil.
And hasted to be gone; and delicate His palace rose and kissed the gorgeous And tender woman took another path. clouds;
(sprung; This great disparity of outward things Streams bent their music to his will; trees Taught many lessons; but this taught in chief, The naked waste put on luxuriant robes; Though learned by few: that God no value And plains of happy cuttages cast out
[kind: Their tenants, and became a hunting-field. That man should none, on goods of worldly Bufore him bowed the distant isles, with fruits On transitory, frail, external things, And spices rare; the south her treasures Of migratory, ever-changing sort; brought;
And further taught, that in the soul alonc, The east and west sent; and the frigid north The thinking, reasonable, willing soul, Came with her offering of glossy furs. God placed the total excellence of man; Musicians soothed his car with airs select; And meant him evermore to seek it there. Beauty held out her arms; and every man