I'll build it so, that if the blast For its commodiousness and grace: Firm on the ground-straight to the sky, A meek, but goodly dwelling place. Thus noble in its outward form, Within I'll build it clean and white, With three compartments furnished well, The humble tenant may retreat. In its pure texture day by day. The second, for his wisdom sought, Where, with his chosen book or friend, He may employ his active thought To virtuous and exalted end. A chamber lofty and serene, With a door-window to the green, Smooth-shaven sward, and arching bowers, Where lore or talk or song between, May gild his intellectual hours. The third an oratory dim, But beautiful; where he may raise, And learn how little he may be, Such is the house that I must build, Oh noble work of toil and care! Oh simple but most arduous plan! C. Mackay. How old art thou?" OUNT not the days that have idly flown, Nor speak of the hours thou must blush to own But number the hours redeemed from sin, Will the shade go back on thy dial-plate? Life's waning hours, like the Sybil's page, As they lessen, in value rise: Oh! rouse thee and live! nor deem man's age Stands in the length of his pilgrimage, But in days that are truly wise. Fa Thy way, not mine. HY way, not mine, O Lord, Lead me by Thine own hand, Smooth let it be or rough, I dare not choose my lot: The kingdom that I seek Is Thine; so let the way Take Thou my cup, and it Choose Thou my good and ill. Choose Thou for me my friends, My sickness or my health; Choose Thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth. Not mine, not mine the choice, Bonar. HER Resignation. ATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss Accepted at Thy throne of grace, Give me a calm, a thankful heart, "The blessings of Thy grace impart, "And make me live to Thee. "Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine "Thy presence through my journey shine, Steele. |