The ladder 's not all of sunshine, Earth's shadows and griefs have darkened, Sometimes the glory paleth, Or is dimmed by thine earthborn tears. Onward! our cry for ever, Of the light-enshrouded sun. L. R. "Never hasting, never resting." EVER hasting, never resting, With a high and holy purpose, Seeking ever man's up-raising, Undepressed by seeming failure, Heights attained revealing higher, Slowly moves the march of ages, Every great and glorious thing. Broadest streams from narrowest sources, Noblest trees from meanest seeds, Mighty ends from small beginnings, From lowly promise, lofty deeds. Acorns which the winds have scattered, Such the law enforced by nature "Never hasting, never resting," To perform thy part in life. Earnest, hopeful, and unswerving, Ne'er despair, there's One above thee, Stumbleth he who runneth fast, Not by haste nor rest can ever "Never hasting, never resting,' Legend fine, and quaint, and olden, Enoch. OAST thou not seen at break of day, From it, the sage no portent drew, Like him of old who dwelt beneath Who passed, without the touch of death, Without dim eye or failing breath, The Patriarch of one simple spot, The sire of sons, and daughters lowly, And this the record of his lot, "He walked with God and he was not," Like a child's voice in sacred song, So year by year, and day by day In pastoral care, and household duty, He walked with God—nor knew decay, But faded gently, rapt away, Into His glorious beauty. There's many a household fair to see, By woodland nook, or running river, Oh, that our thoughts so heavenly were, Where He is set in heaven. C. F. A. For Ever. HEY came, they went; of pleasures passed away, They came, like dew-drops in the morning hour, power; Came like the cistus with its purple eye, Went like the cistus blooming but to die; There's no last time in heaven! the angels pour Buds and Blossoms. OTHING see we here in full perfection, Each form of loveliness, each fair creation, Hath yet a type more true and brighter far, And we must trace in all the dim relation, с |