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BV anti Dofcort the Coaet. [Selected]. 0, SILENT COD. 0, silent God, who dwell'st apart From all the creatures Thou hast made, Touch Thou with death my weary heart And let life's sad remembrance fade. 0, silent God, Thy stillness break, And tell us what and whence we are; Shall we Thy Godlike nature take When we have crossed death's shallow bar ? 0, silent God, Thy will declare, And make our strange existence plain: When this life ends how shall we fare, And must bliss always spring from pain ? 0, silent God, does this life cease Here, in this world where life began? And is death all we know of peace, And will death end the life of man ? 0, silent God, I sometimes think That Thou and all Thy worlds are one; That life and death bound link to link, Pass through the ages on and on. 0, silent God, of matchless might, Who life's enigma understands, Give to Thy creatures greater light Held in the hollows of Thy hands. 0, silent God, sweet love is strong, Far stronger than the ties of life; Love knows no bounds of right or wrong And reigns triumphant over strife. 0, silent God, so mutely still Through all that is of loss and gain— Through all that is of good and ill In deepest silence, God, remain. 0, silent God, who makes the law That human oreatures must obey Make Thou Thy creatures without flaw And then they will not say Thee nay. 0, silent God, let law and life— Let man and God be one and true, Then shall there be an end of strife And what God wills that man will do. 0, silent God, I would obey, If I but knew, Thy secret will; Turn my world's night to Thy world's day And my life's void with Thy life fill. OBSERVATIONS. Although we are unable to see the right we may abstain from that which is wrong. Only clear vision justifies action. There is scarcely a victory that man wins over his (opponents that is not a defeat of himself It is better that every till rob of life should be an agony, than that we should pass an unconscious existence. The great men whom we envy will be as unknown to the next generation as we are to this. Death so surprises us that wonder and awe are left for the living. We have passed. Man strives for immediate results and achieves them unmindful of far off conse- quences which he can either comprehend nor control Every man's god is his own ideal of, himself, or is unintelligible to him. It is the smallness and feebleness of individual efforts and the power ankl vastness of aggregate life that appal the contemplative mind. Human life is one; its expressions innumerable. The storm is more terrible to him who watches it from cosey security, than to him who wrestles with it. All through the winter months, and underneath the ice and snow, the flower plant that shall bloom in spring are undergoing necessary changes The only thing it is worth white lib remember about earthly trouble, is the love and service it called forth. Man is a counterpoise; one side of his nature balances the other. "Vo religion is false that makes mAn better citizens and gives them hope in times of difficulty and consolation in times of trouble. The machinery of the world — its armies, industries, legislatures, trade,— requires millions of workers, the greatest of whom occupy prominent positions; but the poet — the seer — the orator is the moving spirit, and is greater than all. Many an act that is hard to under- stand would be intelligible if we knew what had preceded it. Men imagine that the infinite needs of their being can be met by the possession of material things which do not satisfy. The indifference of the people makes the task of the oppressor easy. Few men are as free as the laws and j constitution of their country allow them to be. To Btty that a man cannot realise his I ideal is equal to saying that he cannot reach the horizon. It is well that men should say they did this or that good deed, but it is better they should say that they themselves sought that which was good. WITH CALM CONTENT. I thought God's angel came to me and said That whatsoever thing I longed to have It should be mine in answer to my prayer. I pondered long if I should ask for wealth, Which buys so many other things on earth That men more highly prize than life itself, Or love, or ease, or any other good. But when I saw that wealth makes death a curse, And breeds a canker in the heart of joy, I did not dare to pray to God for wealth. My life was sorrowful. I longed for joy— For bliss supreme that should not sting or fade- For rapture that should make amends for grief And joy that should outbalance all my woe. But when I inly thought what joy would mean: How it would set me far apart from men And from the fellowship of those who grieve, And make me cold and hard as adamant, I felt that joy might prove my greatest loss, And so I dare not pray to God for joy. I thought of fame — to have my name enrolled First on the scroll of those with laurel crowned; But when I looked upon the scroll I saw The names were in fire and blood and tears, And in my heart I knew that evil deeds As oft as righteousness bring men to frume. So I in silent sadness turned away From all the bloody record of the past, And though I shrank from lowly life obscure I dare not pray to God to give nie fame. J I saw that stillness is not always peace, And what men crave for is not always good; That pain with sorrow weds and brings forth joy, That he who has few wants is amply rich, And that a name, at most, is but a breath. Then to the angel who was standing near I called and said that this would be my prayer To God Most High who made and rules the world, That He would mould me to His holy will And fill my weary heart with calm content. The Coast. J.G.

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