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On the steps let down from heaven, rugged though they seem
and hard, Pilgrims from all lands will meet thee, silver-haired and battle
scarred, And the young, in meekness lovely, shielded by an angel
With a grasp the worldling feels not, by a touch he cannot see, Holy joy their bosoms thrilling, they will greet and welcome
With their hymns of glad thanksgiving, that thy mission is
begun, That the Father's kingdom cometh, that His will on earth is
done, Mingleth soft thy heart's “Eureka,”—Peace! The Father's Home boon is won.
Stooping over sin and sorrow—watching by the couch of
painHoly promises outpouring, grateful as the summer rain, To the heart whose hope had withered never to revive again.
What, to him, is that wrapt thinker-wearing out the night in
toil, Gleaning, for the thankless Future, from the Past a golden
spoil But an idle, useless dreamer, but a cumberer of the soil ?
Say we these can never mingle?—soon the student's cheek
shall pale, And the o'er-tasked brain shall weary, and the soul-lit eye
shall fail : Whose bright face his sick room lighteth, with hope's language
all a-glow? Whose kind hand the hair is smoothing backward from his
burning brow? Ah, his careless-hearted neighbour is a gentle brother now.
There a proud man coldly gazes on a meek, forgiving face ! Once he loved her—but ambition crept into affection's place; From her Christian garb unspotted, turns he now his scornful
eye, But on his last lowly pillow, when the great man comes
to lie, He will long to hear the rustle of her white robe passing by.
Thus are God's ways vindicated; and at length we slowly
gain, As our needs dispel our blindness, some faint glimpses of the
chain Which connects the Earth with Heaven, Right with Wrong
and Good with IllLinks in one harmonious movement, slowly learn we to fulfill Our appointed march in concert with His manifested will !
E. L. Jr.
Extracts from Dichol's Planetary Systems.
The obscurity of the times in which he lived, rests over the early character of Copernicus. We know not how far favourable circumstances contributed to the development of his genius, or whether, without peculiar advantages, he owes all to an inborn energy. But whatever his intellectual culture, the greatness of his mind could be borrowed from no one ; as of all who had yet lived, he was the earliest to accomplish a task most difficult for man. Feeling, with the intuitive force of the highest genius, that those popular systems of the heavens could not be true, and, at the same time, recognising that the logic or mere reasoning which sustained them was impregnable, he threw from him the weight of ages, and quietly asked whethez that fundamental tenet, which asserts that the earth is motionless, might not be false? The effort required to hesitate on a point which all mankind—up to that moment—had undoubtingly believed, and which had now interwoven itself with every mode of thought, was an achievement for the loftiest order of genius. The question being put, it required very superior, but not uncommon talent, to follow it to its conclusions. Indued by that modesty which invaribly characterises minds of the finest texture, this great man-immediately on obtaining sight of the idea which moved him—turned again to the elder philosophers, lest there might be precious relics buried there to inspire and encourage him; and accordingly, he did find certain hints touching on a simple order of things ; hints, which his correct and discriminating intellect speedily methodized into that system which, in the somewhat hyperbolical language of his successor, Tycho, “moved the earth from its foundations, stopped the revolution of the firmament, made the sun stand still, and subverted the whole ancient order of the universe.”
What a change must come over the mind, when from the idea