STAND but your ground, your ghostly foes will fly;
Hell trembles at a Heaven-erected eye.
Choose rather to defend than to assail,
Self-confidence will in the conflict fail.
When you are challenged you may danger meet,
True courage is a fixed, not sudden heat,
Is always humble, lives in self-distrust,
And will itself into no dangers thrust;
As difficulty swells, it higher grows,
Ennobled by the greatness of its foes;
Has lively prospect of its heavenly crown,
And makes God's glory only its renown;
Contemns the world, has more exalted aim,
With a well-guided zeal is all on flame;
With patience can a lasting conflict bear,
Derives true magnanimity from prayer ;
Fights with a spirit present and sedate,
No terrors can its constancy abate;
So meekly bold, with sweet behaviour brave,
Scorns to vile lust its spirit to enslave;
The martyred host with veneration eyes,
And to their palms ambitious is to rise:
Keeps Jesus in its intellectual sight,
He best can teach us conduct in our fight.
Devote yourself to God, and you will find
God fights the battles of a will resigned.
An earthly coward is an odious name,
A ghostly coward an eternal shame.
Love Jesus! love will no base fear endure;
Love Jesus! and of conquest rest secure.
nd while he yet spake with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep: for she kept them.
And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter
of Laban his mother's brother, and the sheep of Laban his mother's brother, that Jacob went near, and rolled the stone from the well's mouth, and watered the flock of Laban his mother's brother.
And Jacob kissed Rachel, and lifted up his boice, and wept.
And Jacob serbed seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the lobe he had to her.
Ан, 'tis like a tale of olden
Time, long, long ago,
When the world was in its golden
Prime, and Love was lord below!
Every vein of earth was dancing
With the spring's new wine,
'Twas the pleasant time of flowers,
When I met you, love of mine!
Oh, some spirit sure was straying
Out of heaven that day,
When I met you, sweet! a maying
In the merry, merry May.
Little heart! it shyly opened
Its red leaves! love lore,
Like a rose that must be ripened
To the dainty, dainty core.
But its beauties daily brighten
And it blooms so dear!
Though a many winters whiten,
I go maying all the year.
And my proud heart will be praying
Blessings on that day
When I met you, sweet, a maying,
In the merry, merry May.
T was an eve of Autumn's holiest mood.
The corn-fields, bathed in Cynthia's silver light,
Stood ready for the reaper's gathering hand;
And all the winds slept soundly. Nature seemed,
In silent contemplation, to adore
Now and then, the aged leaf
Fell from its fellows, rustling to the ground;
And, as it fell, bade man think on his end.
On vale and lake, on wood and mountain high,
With pensive wing outspread, sat heavenly Thought,
Conversing with itself. Vesper looked forth,
From out her western hermitage, and smiled;
And up the east, unclouded rode the moon
With all her stars, gazing on earth intense,
As if she saw some wonder walking there.
Such was the night, so lovely, still, serene,
When, by a hermit thorn that on the hill
Had seen a hundred flowery ages pass,
A damsel kneeled to offer up her prayer,
Her prayer nightly offered, nightly heard.
This ancient thorn had been the meeting place
Of love, before his country's voice had called
The ardent youth to fields of honour far
Beyond the wave; and hither now repaired,
Nightly, the maid, by God's all-seeing eye
Seen only, while she sought this boon alone
"Her lover's safety and his quick return."
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