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All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, Still, like muffled drums, are beating
For younger fellow-workers of the soil Funeral marches to the grave.
To wear for amulets. So others shall
Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, In the world's broad field of battle,
From thy hand, and thy heart, and thy brave

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! And God's grace fructify through thee to all.

Be a hero in the strife!
The least flower, with a brimming cup, may Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !

Let the dead Past bury its dead !
And share its dew-drop with another near.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Act-act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o'erhead ! 19. ACTION, Call to. Dare to do right! dare to be true!

Lives of great men all remind us You have a work that no other can do;

We can make our lives sublime, Do it so bravely, so kindly, so well,

And, departing, leave behind us Angels will hasten the story to tell.

Footprints on the sands of time ;Dare to do right! dare to be true !

Footprints, that perhaps another, Other men's failures can never save you.

Sailing o'er life's solemn main, Stand by your conscience, your honor, your A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, faith;

Seeing, shall take heart again. Stand like a hero and battle till death.

Let us, then, be up

and doing, Dare to do right! dare to be true!

With a heart for any fate; Love may deny you its sunshine and dew.

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait. Let the dew fail, for then showers shall be given;

Henry Wadsworth Longfelloro. Dew is from earth, but the showers are from 21. ACTION, End of. heaven.

Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel, Dare to do right! dare to be true!

Despising pain, so thou may'st gain God, who created you, cares for you too;

Some honor or some golden gravel; Treasures the tears that bis striving ones shed, But death the while, to fill his number,

With sudden call takes thee from all, Counts and protects every hair of your head.

To prove thy days but dream and slumber. Dare to do right! dare to be true!

Joshua Sylvester. Cannot Omnipotence carry you through ? 22. ACTION, God's Favor of. City and mansion and throne all in sight,

When Thou dost favor any action, Can you not dare to be true and be right?

It runs, it flies; Dare to do right! dare to be true!

All things concur to give it a perfection. Keep the great judgment-seat always in view;

That which had but two legs before, Look at your work as you'll look at it then,

When Thou dost bless, hath twelve: one Scanned by Jehovah and angels and men.

wheel doth rise

To twenty then, or more.
Dare to do right! dare to be true!
Prayerfully, lovingly, firmly pursue

But when Thou dost on business blow,
The path by apostles and martyrs once trod, Not all the teams of Ålbion in a row

It hangs, it clogs :
The path of the just to the city of God.
George Lansing Taylor.

Can hale or draw it out of door. [logs, 20. AOTION, Duty of.

Legs are but stumps, and Pharo's wheels but

And struggling hinders more. Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

George Herbert. Life is but an empty dream!

23. ACTION, Haste to. For the soul is dead that slumbers,

Life is too short to waste And things are not what they seem.

In critic peep or cynic bark, Life is real! Life is earnest !

Quarrel or reprimand: And the grave is not its goal;

'Twill soon be dark; Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Ay! mind thine own aim, and Was not spoken of the soul.

God speed the mark !

R. W. Emerson. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way;

24. AOTION, Life in, But-to act that each to-morrow

Festus. The value of a thought cannot be Find us farther than to-day,


But it is clearly worth a thousand lives, Art is long and Time is fleeting,

Like many men's. And yet men love to live, And our hearts, though stout and brave, As if mere life were worth their living for.

one deed

What but perdition will it be to most? If nothing more than purpose is thy power, Life's more than breath and the quick round Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed; of blood.

Who does the best his circumstance allows It is a great spirit and a busy heart. [live. Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. The coward and the small in soul scarce do

Edward Young. One generous feeling-one great thought

27. ACTION, Record of.

(seem Of good, ere night, would make life longer Though history, on her faded scrolls, Than if each year might number a thousand Fragments of facts, and wrecks of names days

Time's indefatigable finger writes (enrolls, Spent as is this by nations of mankind. Men's meanest actions on their souls, We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, In lines which not himself can blot: not breaths ;

These the last day shall bring to light, In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

Though through long centuries forgot, We should count time by heart-throbs. He When hearts and sepulchres are bared to most lives

Who thinks most-feels the noblest,-acts Ah! then shall each of Adam's race,
the best.

In that concentred instant, trace,
Philip James Bailey. Upon the tablet of his mind,

His whole existence in a thought combined, 25. ACTION, Present,

Thenceforth to part no more, but be
Heart gazing mournfully

Impictured on his memory;
Back through past years-

-As in the image-chamber of the eye,
Bringing sad memories,

Seen at a glance, in clear perspective, lie
Laden with tears—

Myriads of forms of ocean, earth, and sky.
Life's hours wasted,

James Montgomery.
Talents abused,
Bright opportunities

28, ACTION, Room for.
Blindly refused
Through the blue Immense

(way Close up the record

Strike out all swimmers ! cling not in the Fraught with such pain;

Of one another, so to sink, but learn (spray Years that have vanished

The strong man's impulse, catch the fresh'ning Return not again.

He throws up in his motions, and discern Grasp thou the Present,

By his clear, westering eye, the time of day. Be earnest and bold

Thou, God, hast set us worthy gifts to earn, Fleeting its moments,

Besides thy heaven and Theel and when I More precious than gold.


There's room here for the weakest man alive Watch and fight bravely

To live and die,—there's room too, I repeat, Against sloth and sin;

For all the strongest to live well and strive, Pray for the Spirit,

Their own way, by their individual heat, The victory to win.

Like a new bee-swarm leaving the old hive, Cometh the future

Despite the wax which tempts so violet-swect.
Veiled and slow?

Then let the living live, the dead retain
Go forth to greet her,

Their grave-cold flowers! through honor's
For weal or for woe.

best supplied, Bringeth she gladness?

By bringing actions to prove theirs not vain.
Praise thou
the Lord.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Bringeth she sadness?
Bow to His word.

29. ACTIVITY, Christian,
O'er Past and o'er Future

Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? Dim shadows recline.

Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Heart be thou manful;

Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding The Present is thine!


[gold. 26. ACTION, Quality of.

Pour blessings round th ike a shower of

'Tis when the rose is wrapt in many a fold, Redeem we time—its loss we dearly buy.

Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there No blank, no trifle, nature made or meant.

Its life and beauty ; not when, all unrolled, Virtue, or purposed virtue, still be thine:

Leaf after leaf, its bosom, rich and fair, This cancels thy complaint at once; this Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the leaves

ambient air. In act no trifle, and no blank in time. This greatens, fills, immortalizes all; Wake, thou that sleepest in enchanted bowers, This, the bless'd art of turning all to gold; Lest these lost years should haunt thee on the This, the good heart's prerogative, to raise


[hours A royal tribute from the poorest hours: When death is waiting for thy numbered Immense revenue! every moment pays. To take their swift and everlasting flight;

On it goes,


Wake ere the earth-born charm unnerve thee 31. ACTIVITY, Mental. quite,

[dressed: There is a fire-fly in the southern clime And be thy thoughts to work divine ad- Which shineth only when upon the wing; Do something-do it soon—with all thy So it is with the mind: when once we rest, might;

We darken. On! said God unto the soul An angel's wing would droop if long at rest, As to the earth, forever. And God himself, inactive, were no longer A rejoicing native of the infinite blest.

As a bird of air-an orb of heaven. Some high or humble enterprise of good

Philip James Bailey. Contemplate till it shall possess thy mind,

32. ACTIVITY, Thrift of. Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food,

Good striving
And kindle in thy heart a flame refined.

Brings thriving.
Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to Better a dog who works
To this thy purpose—to begin, pursue, [bind Than a lion who shirks.
With thoughts all fixed and feelings purely

Oriental. (view,

33. ADAM AND EVE, Description of. Strength to complete, and with delight reAnd grace to give the praise where all is Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, ever due.

Godlike erect, with native honor clad

In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all, Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And worthy seem'd: for in their looks divine, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, The image of their glorious Maker, shone Shalt bless the earth while in the world above: Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure The good begun by thee shall onward flow (Severe but in true filial freedom plac'd), In many a branching stream, and wider grow; Whence true authority and men ; though both The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Not equal, as their sex not equal seem'd: Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, For contemplation he, and valor form'd; Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine For softness she, and sweet attractive grace ; flowers,

[mortal bowers. He for God only, she for God in him : And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's im- His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd

Carlos Wilcox. Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks 30. ACTIVITY, Incentives to.

Round from his parted forelock manly hung Make haste, O man, to live,

Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders For thou so soon must die;

broad : Time hurries past thee like the breeze;

She as a veil down to the slender waist
How swift its moments fly!

Her unadorned golden tresses wore

Disheveld, but in wanton ringlets wav'd To breathe, and wake, and sleep, As the vine curls her tendrils, which imply'd To smile, to sigh, to grieve;

Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, To move in idleness through earth, And by her yielded; by him best receiv'd, This, this is not to live!

Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,

And sweet reluctant amorous delay. Make haste, O man, to do

Nor those mysterious parts were then conWhatever must be done;

ceal'd; Thou hast no time to lose in sloth,

Then was not guilty shame, dishonest shame Thy day will soon be gone.

Of nature's works; honor dishonorable, Up then with speed, and work; Sin-bred, how have ye troubled all mankind Fling ease and self away ;

With shows instead, mere shows of seeming This is no time for thee to sleep,

pure, Up, watch, and work and pray!

And banish'd from man's life his happiest life,

Simplicity and spotless innocence ! [sight The useful, not the great,

So pass'd they naked on, nor shunn'd the The thing that never dies ;

Of God or Angel, for they thought no ill : The silent toil that is not lost,

So hand in hand they pass'd, the loveliest pair Set these before thine eyes.

That ever since in love's embraces met; The seed, whose leaf and flower,

Adam the goodliest man of men sinie born Though poor in human sight,


sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.

Under a tust of shade that on a green Brings forth at last the eternal fruit,

[side Sow thou by day and night.

Stood whisp'ring soft, by a fresh fountain

They sat them down; and after no more toil Make haste, O man, to live,

Of their sweet gard'ning labor, than suffic'd Thy time is almost o'er:

To recommend cool zephyr, and made case O sleep not, dream not, but arise, More easy, wholesome thirst and appetite The Judge is at the door.

More grateful, to their supper fruits they fell, Make haste, O man, to

Nectai fruits which the compliant boughs Horatius Bonar. Yielded them, sidelong as they sat recline

On the soft downy bank damask'd with flow'rs. What, shall I see thy warm and gentle limbs • The savory pulp they chew, and in the rind Stiffen in death, and live myself ? How live? Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming Alone? Or peradventure God will take stream

Another rib, and form another Eve ? Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Nay, we are one. My heart, myself am thine. Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems Our Maker made us one. Shall I unmake Fair couple link'd in happy nuptial league, His union ? and transfer from heart to heart Alone as they. About them frisking play'd My very life? Far higher I deem of love, All beasts of th' earth, since wild, and of all No transferable perishable thing, In wood or wilderness, forest or den ; [chase But flowing from its secret fountain, God, Sporting the lion ramp'd, and in his paw Like God immortal and immutable. Dandled the kid ; bears, tigers, ounces, pards, But oh, what follows ? Adam, be thou sure Gambol'd before them; th' unwieldly ele- Of thy inflexible resolve-death, death : phant,

(wreath'd Both cannot live, and therefore both must To make them mirth, us'd all his might, and die." His lithe proboscis; close the serpent sly So saying, from her hand he took and ate, Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine Not circumvented by the serpent's fraud, His braided train, and of his fatal guile But blindly overcome by human love, Gave proof unheeded.

Love's semblance, which belied its name, John Milton.

denying 34. ADAM AND EVE, Transgressions of.

The Great Creator for the creature's sake. With fatal and disastrous ease

Edward Henry Bickersteth. Lifting her hand into the clustering boughs, 35. ADAM, Conjugal Dovotion of. She touch'd, she took, she tasted. One small

O fairest of creation, last and best taste

[seem'd, Of all God's works, creature in whom exSufficed. Her eyes were open'd; and she celled The moorings cut which bound her to the Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, shore,

Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! Launch'd on an ocean of delights. Alas, How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Perfidious sea, on which the fairest bark

Defaced, deflowered, and now to death E'er floated suffer'd foulest wrong and wreck! devote! Awhile as in a dream she stood, but soon Rather, how hast thou yielded to transgress Her scatter'd thoughts recall’d and from the The strict forbiddance, how to violate boughs

The sacred fruit forbidden! Some cursed Selecting one loaden with luscious fruit

fraud She pluck'd it bower'd in leaves, and took Of enemy hath beguiled thee, yet unknown,

And me with thee hath ruined, for with To seek her absent lord. Him soon she met Certain my resolution is to die. (thee Returning with no laggard steps ; for when How can I live without thee, how forego The serpent slid with such strange haste away Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined, The loitering minutes hours appear'd, and to live again in these wild woods forlorn ? A strange solicitude unknown before [then Should God create another Eve, and I Began to creep around his boding heart,

Another rib afford, yet loss of thee And he retraced his path. But when he saw Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel Eve with flush'd cheek and agitated mien The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Advancing, in her hand that fatal branch,

Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state His heart sank, and his lip quiver'd. And Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

when She told her tale, the serpent's honey'd words, However, I with thee have fixed my lot, Her brief refusal, his repeated suit,

Certain to undergo like doom; if death Her answer, his reply, her touch, her taste, Consort with thee, death is to me as life; Then first upon the virgin soil of earth

So forcible within my heart I feel Fell human tears, presage of myriad showers. The bond of nature draw me to my own, But when again with pleading eye and hand, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine ; Silent but most persuasive eloquence, [bore, Our state cannot be severed, we are one, She pray'd him share with her the fruit she One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. Then Adam wail'd aloud :

John Milton. “O Eve, my wife. [hast thou done? Heaven's last, Heaven's dearest gift, what

36. ADAM, The Fall of. Me miserable! Thou hast undone thyself,

From the bough Thyself and me; for if thou diest I die, She gave him of that fair enticing fruit Bone of my bone, flesh of my very flesh, - With liberal hand; he scrupled not to eat Eve, in whose veins my heart's best juices Against his better knowledge, not deceiv'd, flow.

But fondly overcome with female charm. What can I do, what suffer for thee? Say Earth trembled from her entrails, as again I rigoronsly refuse this fatal fruit,

In pangs, and Nature gave a second groan,

her way

Sky lourd, and muttering thunder, some | The one is a sprinkle, the other a showersad drops

Let mine be the rainbow, the dew may be Wept at completing of the mortal sin

thine. James Gates Percival. Original; while Adam took no thought, Eating his fill, nor Eve to iterate

40. ADVENT, Awaiting tho.

[soothe Her former trespass fear'd, the more to Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the midHim with her lov'd society that now

dle of the night, As with new wine intoxicated both,

And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel

lamp is burning bright; Divinity within them breeding wings

But woe to that dull servant whom the MasWherewith to scorn the earth; but that false

ter shall surprise Far other operation first display'd, [fruit

With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with Carnal desire inflaming; he on Eve

slumber in his eyes ! Began to cast lascivious eye, she him As wantonly repaid.

John Milton

Do thou, my soul, beware, beware, lest thou 37. ADAPTATION, Utility of.

in sleep sink down,

Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the the golden crown; forge were but sorry craftsmen :

But see that thou be sober, with watchful And a ship that saileth on every wind never

eyes, and thus

[upon us !” shall reach her port;

Cry “Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy Yet there be thousands among men who heed

pot the leaning of their talents, That day, the day of fear, shall come: my But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no soul, slack not thy toil, good end;

But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and And the light of a thoughtful spirit is make it bright with oil;

quenched beneath the bushel of com- Who knowest not how soon may sound the merce,

cry at eventide, While meaner plodding minds are driven up “Behold, the Bridegroom comes! Arise ! the mountain of philosophy;

Go forth to meet the Bride." The cedar withereth on a wall, while the house-leek is fattening in a hotbed,

Beware, my soul; beware, beware, lest thou And the dock, with its rank leaves, hideth

in slumber lie, the sun from violets. (orable use;

And, like the five, remain without, and To everything a fitting place, a proper, hon

knock and vainly cry ; The humblest measure of mind is bright in But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and its bumbler sphere;

Christ shall gird thee on The blind at an easel, the palsied with a His own bright wedding-robe of light,--the

graver, the halt making for the goal, glory of the Son. The deaf ear tuning psaltery, the stammerer

Tr. from the Greek by G. Moultrie. discoursing eloquence,

41. ADVENT, Prayer for the. What wonder if all fail ? the shaft flieth wide of its mark

Come, Lord, and tarry not: Alike if itself be crooked, or the bow be

Bring the long-looked-for day,

Oh why these years of waiting here, strung awry. Martin Farguhar Tupper.

These ages of delay ? 38. ADIEU, Import of.

Come, for thy saints still wait; Adieu! adieu! what means adieu !

Daily ascends their sigh; My soul to God commending you.

The Spirit and the Bride say, Come, Then 'tis the dearest, sweetest word

Dost thou not hear the cry?
Love ever spoke or ever heard;
And tho' but used when meetings cease,

Come, for creation groans,
And friend from friend departs in peace;

Impatient of thy stay, That sweetest, dearest word would tell

Worn out with these long years of ill, Not less for welcome than farewell.

These ages of delay.
James Montgomery.

Come, for thy Israel pines, 39. ADMIRATION and Esteem.

An exile from thy fold;
They say that esteem is a diamond so bright, O call to mind thy faithful word,
It enkindles the eye that by sorrow is And bless them as of old.

shaded ;
But glory to me is the sun's dazzling light,

Come, for thy foes are strong; That illumines a world which in dark

With taunting lip they say, ness had faded.

“Where is the promised Advent now,

And where the dreaded day?” Esteem is the dew-drop that freshens the flower,

(didly shine. Come, for the good are few; Admiration, the arched hues that splen- They lift the voice in vain,

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