POETRY.
Nothing good is got by worry. Bide the hour to make the spring ! Take life easy : that's the thing.
Do not trouble, do not trouble ! Heavy hearts make toiling double. Groans the back with loaded pain ? Laugh, and 'twill grow light again.
Do not sorrow, do not sorrow !
Grief to-day is joy to-morrow.
Life flows smoothly after fears : Eyes shine brightest washed with tears.
Hark the children, hark the voices ! Somewhere, everything rejoices. Blasts without of winter ring, Yet inward mirth makes endless spring.
Soon from elms will rooks be cawing, Young lambs leaping, old folk thawing : Soon with a sunny April dawn Will daisies bright bedeck the lawn.
Forward, then, to victory straining ! Forward, as brave men, uncomplaining ! The game's afoot, and here's the ball : Yonder the goal : on, comrades all !
India, Ireland ? Brood not o'er them !
Church and State? Fight, fear not, for them ! Statesmen baffled, leaders lost ?
Yet, courage, friend's ! God leads our host !
Good gathers strength, and lo ! the powers Of darkness yield. The day is ours. Tho' cloud and tempest wrap the sky, Yet wakes behind the Eternal eye.
Watching, wondering, yearning, knowing Whence the stream, and where 'tis going Seems all mystery ? By-and-by He will speak, and tell us Why ? A. G. B.
*** The initials to "Desultory Reading," in the Spectator of January 16th, should have been " F. A. P.," not " F. M. P."
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