THE IDOL WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR? THE IDOL. Whatever passes as a cloud between The mental eye of faith, and things unseen, WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR? Thy neighbour? It is he whom thou Thy neighbour? 'T is the fainting poor Whom hunger sends from door to door ;— Thy neighbour? 'T is that weary man, Bent low with sickness, cares, and pain ;- 12 WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR? Thy neighbour? 'T is the heart bereft Of every earthly gem; Widow and orphan, helpless left ;- Thy neighbour? Yonder toiling slave, Whene'er thou meet'st a human form Oh, pass not, pass not heedless by ; The breaking heart from misery ;— It is in small things that brotherly kindness and charity consist. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. 13 THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. Nature is but a name for an effect, Whose cause is God. He feeds the sacred fire And whose beneficence no charge exhausts. * Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, But shews some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, 14 FIELD FLOWERS. Prompts with a remembrance of a present God. COWPER. FIELD FLOWERS. Flowers of the field, how meet you seem Man's frailty to pourtray, Blooming so fair in morning's beam Passing at eve away; Teach this, and oh! though brief your reign, Sweet flowers, ye shall not live in vain. Go, form a monitory wreath For youth's unthinking brow; Go, and to busy manhood breathe What most he fears to know ; Go, strew the path where age doth tread, And tell him of the silent dead. FIELD FLOWERS. But whilst to thoughtless ones and gay And death and life betoken well. Go, then, where wrapt in fear and gloom And softly speak, nor speak in vain, And say that He who from the dust Will mark where sleeps their peaceful clay, And roll ere long the stone away. 15 MORAL OF FLOWERS. Study to the mind is what exercise is to the body, neither can be active or vigorous without proper exertion. |