EXTRACTS FROM "CRITICISM." What woful stuff this madrigal would be, To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Nor in the critic let the man be lost. Good-nature and good-sense must ever join; Be silent always, when you doubt your sense; 159 MEMORIES. BARRY CORNWALL. ING a low song ! A tender cradle measure soft and low, But such as we remember long ago, Amongst a crowd of flowers all too sweet. "Down to Sleep." I never knew before what beds Fragrant to smell and soft to touch, Of human sound there is in such Low tones as through the forest sweep Each day I find new coverlids Tucked in and more sweet eyes shut tight, Her ferns kneel known full in my sight, And half I smile, and half I weep, November woods are bare and still, November days are bright and good, Life's noon burns up life's morning chill, Some warm soft bed in field or wood The mother will not fail to keep, GOD KNOWETH. MRS. MARY G. BRAINARD, CHANGED BY P. P. BLISS. I know not what awaits me, onward way He makes new scenes to rise; Where he may lead I'll follow, One step I see before me, 'Tis all I need to see, The light of heaven more brightly shines, And sweetly through the silence, came His loving "Follow Me." O blissful lack of wisdom, 'Tis blessed not to know; He holds me with His own right hand, And will not let me go, And lulls my troubled soul to rest So on I go not knowing, I would not if I might; I'd rather walk in the dark with God Than go alone in the light; As You Go Through Life. Don't look for the flaws as you go through life; It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind The current of life runs ever away To the bosom of God's great ocean. Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course Don't waste a curse on the universe- Don't butt at the storm with your puny form- The world will never adjust itself To suit your whims to the letter. Some things must go wrong your whole life long, It is folly to fight with the Infinite, The wiser man shapes into God's plan -Ella Wheeler Wilcox in Young Ladies' Home |