QUIET WORK ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Of toil unsevered from tranquillity; Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting; WHE REBECCA'S HYMN HEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, But present still, though now unseen, And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 102 REBECCA'S HYMN Our harps we left by Babel's streams, And mute our timbrel, harp, and horn. SIR WALTER SCOTT. REST REST is not quitting The busy career; Rest is the fitting Of self to one's sphere: 'Tis the brook's motion, Clear without strife; Fleeting to ocean, After its life: 'Tis loving and serving The highest and best; "Tis onward, unswerving. And this is true rest. GOETHE. RUTH HE stood breast high amid the corn, SHE Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Round her eyes her tresses fell, And her hat with shady brim, Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Share my harvest and my home. THOMAS HOOD. |