won field,

Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.

The look, the air, that frets thy sight,

May be a token, that below 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 — Maybe the angel's slackened hand

Has suffered it, that he may rise

And take a firmer, surer stand; Or, trusting less to earthly things, May henceforth learn to use his wings.

And judge none lost; but wait and see,

With hopeful pity, not disdain; The depth of the abyss may be The measure of the height of pain

And love and glory that may raise

This soul to God in after days!

FRIEND SORROW.

Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her,

"Grief will pass away,

And forget to-day.".

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 com

fort,

"Soon she will forget," Bitter truth, alas! but matter Rather for regret;

Bid her not "Seek other pleas

ures,

Turn to other things”; — Rather nurse her caged sorrow Till the captive sings.

Rather bid her go forth bravely,

And the stranger greet; Not as foe, with spear and buckler, But as dear friends meet: Bid her with a strong clasp hold her,

By her dusky wings, Listening for the murmured blessing

Sorrow always brings.

ONE BY ONE.

ONE by one the sands are flowing,

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going;

Do not strive to grasp them

all.

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Shield all grief and trial from her,

If it need be, with my heart. Years passed, and his name grew famous;

We were proud, both she and I;

And we lived upon his letters,

While the slow days fleeted by.

Then at last-you know the story,

How a fearful rumor spread, Till all hope had slowly faded, And we heard that he was dead.

Dead! O, those were bitter hours;

Yet within my soul there dwelt

A warning, and while others mourned him,

Something like a hope I felt.

His was no weak life as mine was,

But a life, so full and strongNo, I could not think he perished

Nameless, 'mid a conquered throng.

How she drooped! Years passed; no tidings

Came, and yet that little flame Of strange hope within my spirit

Still burnt on, and lived the