The first, a youth with soul of fire, Through groves he wander'd, and by streams, The second, with a bearded face, And stirr'd with accents deep and loud A gray old man, the third and last, And those who heard the singers three But the great Master said, "I see To charm, to strengthen, and to teach. "These are the three great chords of night, And he whose ear is tuned aright The Two Voices. 79 The Two Voices.' ERNEST WATMOUGH. EVER are two voices speaking, With a solemn strain to me, And to them my heart is beating, Thus the first to me is telling, "Life away is swiftly fleeting; Seize it while 'tis yet thine own; "Why then should a load of sorrow "Taste of life while yet the power When life's sun no more will shine." But the second voice is breathing, "Life is ever short and fleeting, "Look not back upon the hours "Thou hast but the present moments Use them, live, and act within them, "Manfully go meet the future, Though around dark clouds may lower; Thou shalt conquer, if thy creed be In the word 'EXCELSIOR.' "LIFE is but a Field of Battle That to every man is given, Where he may, by fighting upwards, L Little Sins. REV. J. KEBLE. OOK westward, pensive little one, How the bright hues together run, Around where late the waning sun Sank in his evening cloud. Or eastward turn thee, and admire The Mother's Advice. Thou seest it not: an envious screen, A veil too near thine eye. One finger's breadth at hand will mar 81 The Mother's Advice. J. E. CARPENTER. AKE your Bible with you, dear one, TAK Come what will-till life shall end, Still be guided by its precepts, Then the Lord will be your friend: Mother's voice no more may cheer you, But our Father dwells above. In the hour of thy affliction Think how boundless is His love. Deep may be thy bitter anguish; F Evening Prayer. JOHN DUFF.-Music by E. L. Hime WHEN through the day we meet with care, WHEN And struggle on in this brief life, When oft we see fierce passions rise, And friends are mingled in the strife; How sweet it is to look on high, To seek for consolation there, How blest the tranquil hour we feel 'Tis then the heart's with sorrow press'd By trials that we meet with here, Forget their grief, and fondly hope For solace in a brighter sphere: We feel no more the heavy cloud That would have brought us to despair; But calmly trust in Him on high, To whom we raise our evening prayer. The Two Angels. H. W. LONGFELLOW. WO angels, one of Life, and one of Death, Pass'd o'er our village as the morning broke; The dawn was on their faces, and beneath The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of smoke. Their attitude and aspect were the same, Alike their features and their robes of white ;. But one was crown'd with amaranth, as with flame, And one with asphodels, like flakes of light. |