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L ACE your hands in mine, dear,
With their rose-leaf touch :
If you heed my warning,
Ah! with just such smiling
You shall be more wise.
You have one great treasure,
Joy for all your life;
In one reckless strife.
Do not venture all, child,
In one frail, weak heart;
You may save a part.
Where your soul is tempted
Most to trust your fate, There, with double caution,
Linger, fear, and wait.
Measure all you give-still
Counting what you take; Love for love: so placing
Each an equal stake.
Treasure love; though ready
Still to live without.
Just one thread of doubt.
Build on no to-morrow;
Love has but to-day: If the links seem slackening,
Cut the bond away.
Trust no prayer nor promise ;
Words are grains of sand : To keep your heart unbroken,
Hold it in your hand.
That your love may finish
Calm as it begun, Learn this lesson better,
Dear, than I have done.
Years hence, perhaps, this warning
You shall give again, In just the self-same words, dear,
And—just as much—in vain.
V ANY, if God should make them kings, JAVA Might not disgrace the throne He gave;
22. How few who could as well fulfil
The holier office of a slave.
I hold him great who, for Love's sake,
Can give, with generous, earnest will,-
I think I hold more generous still.
I prize the instinct that can turn
From vain pretence with proud disdain ;
Paying credulity with pain.
I bow before the noble mind
That freely some great wrong forgives ;
Who bears that burden well, and lives.
It may be hard to gain, and still
To keep a lowly steadfast heart; Yet he who loses has to fill
A harder and a truer part.
Glorious it is to wear the crown
Of a deserved and pure success ;-He who knows how to fail has won
A Crown whose lustre is not less.
Great may he be who can command
And rule with just and tender sway; . Yet is diviner wisdom taught
Better by him who can obey.
Blessèd are those who die for God,
And earn the Martyr's crown of lightYet he who lives for God may be
A greater Conqueror in His sight.