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SHELLS OF OCEAN.

One summer eve, in pensive thought,
I wandered on the seabeat shore,
Where oft in heedless infant sport,
I gathered shells in days before repeat:
The splashing waves like music fell,
Responsive to my fancy wild,
A dream came o'er me like a spell, repeat
I thought I was again, again a child. ditto

I stooped upon the pebbly strand
To cull the toys that round me lay;
But as I took them in my hand,
I threw them, one by one away, repeat
Oh! thus I said, in every stage.
By toys our fancy is beguiled;
We gather shells from youth to age, repeat
And then we leave them, leave them, like a child.


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Fragments.

The impossible becomes possible when courage spurs us on. Humility us the altar on which God wishes us to offer sacrifice to Him. Troubles are the tools by which God fashions us for better things. Like a granite is cut and chiselled to make it more beautiful, so God chisels men to make them something nicer and better.

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Papa's Letter

I was sitting in my study,
Writing letters when I heard,
"Please, dear mamma, Mary told me
Mamma mustn't be disturbed.

"But I've tired of de kitty,
Want some over fing to do.
Writing letters, if you, mamma?
May I wite a letter too?"

I would paint my darling's portrait, and slowly shook my head
Then I said, "I'll make a letter of darling boy, instead."
So I parted back the tresses from his forehead broad and white,
And a stamp in sport I pasted 'Mid its waves of golden light.

And I said, "Now, little letter, go away and bear good news."
And I smiled as down the staircase clattered loud the little shoes.
Leaving me, the darling hurried down to Mary in his glee,
Mama's witing lots of letters; I'se a letter, Mary - see!

No one heard the little prattler, once more he climbed the stair,
Reached his little cap and tippet, Standing on the entry there.
No one heard saw my darling baby, no one saw the golden hair,
As it floated in the breezes of the crisp October air.

Down the street the baby hastened till he reached the office door.
"I'se a letter, Mr. Postman; is there room for any more?
"'Cause dis letter's doin' to Pa, Pa lives with God, you know,
Ma sent me for a letter, Do you fink dat It can go?"

And the clerk in wonder answered,
"Not to-day, my little man."
"Den I'll find another office,
For I must go if I tan."

Fain the clerk would have detained him,
But the pleading face was gone,
And the little feet were hastening
By the busy crowd swept on.

Suddenly the crowd was parted,
People fled to left and right,
As a pair of maddened horses
At that moment came in sight.

No one saw the baby figure
No one saw his golden hair,
Till a voice of frightened sweetness
Rang out on the evening air.

Reverently they raised my darling,
Brushed away the locks of gold,
Saw the stamp upon the forehead,
Growing now so icy cold.

Not a mark the face disfigured,
Showing where a hoof had trod;
But the little life was ended
"Papa's letter" was with God.

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1. Scenes that are brightest, May charm for awhile.
Hearts that are lightest, And eyes that smile.
Yet o'er them above us, Though nature beam,
With none to love us, How sad they seem!
With none to love us, How sad they seem!

2. Words cannot scatter, The thoughts we fear;
For though they flatter, They mock the ear,
Hopes will still deceive us With tearful cost,
And when they leave us The heart is lost.
And when they leave us The heart is lost.


Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.
We must write the music, whatever the song,
Whatever its rhyme, or metre;
And if it is sad, we can make it glad,
Or if sweet, we can make it sweeter.

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The Gypsy’s warning

Do not trust him gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet,
Heed not him who kneels before thee,
Gently pleading at the thy feet.
Now thy life is in its morning
Cloud not this happy lot,
Listen to the gypsy’s warning
Gentle lady, trust him not. (repeat)

Do not turn so coldly from me,
I would only guard your youth
From his stern and withering power
I would only tell thee truth.

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He wipes the tear

When sore afflictions crush the soul,
And riven is every earthly tie
The heart must cling to God alone:
He wipes the tear from every eye.
Enough wakeful nights when racked with pain
A bed of languishing you lie,
Remember still that God is near,
He wipes the tear from every eye.

A few short years, and all is oér;
Your sorrows, pains, will soon pass by;
Then lean in faith on God’s dear Son,
He’ll wipe the tear from every eye.
Oh! Never be your soul cast down,
Nor let your heart desponding sigh,
Assured that God, whose name is Love,
Will wipe the tear from every eye.

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Clipping 1

Power of Happiness

As vulgarity and ignorance betoken a neglected mind, so unhappiness and misery proclaim a neglected heart. The normal nature will keep strong and fresh the chords that vibrate joy. Depression and worry take the nerve out of mans arm, take the keen edge of his mind, rob life of its victory. For unhappiness wins no battles, gloom invents no tool, wretchedness writes no drama. Earths great achievements represent those whose hearts sung over their tasks. To meet storm with calm, defeat with faith, ingratitude with charity, is not an easy thing. Nothing requires so much wisdom, practice, and skill as learning how to live habitually above the distempers of life.
The Bachelors Complaint

Returning home at close of day,
Who gently chides my long delay,
And by my side delights to stay?
Nobody!

Who sets for me my easy chair,
Spreads out the papers with such care,
And leaves my slippers ready there?
Nobody!
When plunged in deep and dire distress,
When anxious cares my heart oppress,
Who whispers hopes of happiness?
Nobody!

When sickness comes and sorrow twain,
And grief distracts my fevered brain,
Who sympathises with my pain?
Nobody!

But I’m resolved, so help me fate,
To change at once my single state,
At Hymens altar I will mate
Somebody!

The girl that believes

Of all the pretty maidens
There’s none as sweet as she,
That simple trusting lassie,
The girl who believes in me.

There are some with greater beauty
And some wittier be;
But there is only one wee girlie
That ever believed in me.

She’s never been to college,
Knows not her ABC,
Yet she has stores of wisdom
(or she’d not believe in me).

She’s not an ancient lassie,
Her years they are but three,
Which maybe, is the reason
That she believes in me.

Clipping 2

To be learnt by heart

It is the woman who is neither just nor generous who is fondest of the saying “Be just before you are generous.”

All is not attractive that is good. Iron does not sparkle like a diamond, yet it is useful. Gold has not the fragrance of a flower, yet it is valuable. So different persons have different graces of excellence, and to be just we must have an eye to all.

Self is the point from which all our power must be drawn; but its effects are far beyond our sight or ken, reaching to family and friends to all who profit by our abilities and labours, to those whom we influence consciously, or unconsciously, both near and far away.

We are ruined, not by what we really want, but by what we think we do; therefore, never go abroad in search of your wants. If they be real wants, they will come home in search of you; for he who buys what he does not want will soon want what he cannot buy.

A single bitter word may disquiet an entire family for a whole day. One surly glance casts a gloom the household, while a smile, like a gleam of sunshine, may light up the darkest and weariest hours. Like unexpected flowers which spring up along our path, fall off freshness, fragrance, and beauty, so do kind words, and gentle acts and sweet dispositions make glad the home where peace and blessing dwell.

Wishing

Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do.
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them all straight and true.
Rid your mind of selfish motives,
Let your thoughts be clean and high;
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.
Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you make a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart.
Don’t waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live,
If you want to give men knowledge,
You must get it, ere you give.
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day to day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be of times traced one,
As the hand plants an acorn it
Shelters armies from the sun.

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Dying with Jesus, His death reckoned mine,
Living with Jesus, a new life divine,
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine!

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love,
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not near,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan,
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal,
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Saviour, abides with me still.

Never a battle with wrong for the right,
Never a contest that He doth not fight,
Lifting above us His banner so white,
Moment by moment I’m kept in His light.