Little care I who the painter, How obscure a name he bore; Nor, when some have named Velasquez, As it is, I would not give it Many a time, when to my garret, Many a time, when ill and sleepless, Till it faded in my dream. When dark days have come, and friendship Sometimes when hard need has pressed me I have read stern words of counsel Nothing that my brain imagined, Or my weary hand has wrought, But it watched the dim Idea Spring forth into armèd Thought. It has smiled on my successes, Do you wonder that my picture JUDGE NOT. JUDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won field, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. The look, the air, that frets thy sight, The soul has closed in deadly fight With some infernal fiery foe, Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace, And cast thee shuddering on thy face! The fall thou darest to despise May be the angel's slackened hand And judge none lost; but wait and see, The measure of the height of pain D FRIEND SORROW. not cheat thy Heart and tell her, Hope for fairer times in future, " Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain. Cheat her not with the old comfort, Bitter truth, alas! but matter Rather for regret ; Bid her not "Seek other pleasures, Rather bid her go forth bravely, And the stranger greet; Not as foe, with spear and buckler, Bid her with a strong clasp hold her, Listening for the murmured blessing ONE BY ONE. NE by one the sands are flowing, One by one thy duties wait thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not look at life's long sorrow; Every hour that fleets so slowly Do not linger with regretting, Hours are golden links, God's token, TRUE HONORS. my darling tired already, Can she put the logs together, Hark! The wind among the cedars Of great deeds to crown each year: |