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Did you but know, when bathed in dew,
Amidst the thorny brake;
Your pillow you'd forsake.
Paler than the autumnal leaf,
The cheek of sloth shall grow ;
SPEAK GENTLY !
SPEAK gently! It is better far
To rule by love than fear :
The good we might do here.
Speak gently to the little child,
Its love you're sure to gain ; Teach it in accents soft and mild,
It may not long remain.
Speak gently to the young, for they
Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may ;
'Tis full of anxious care.
Speak gently to the aged one,
Grieve not the care-worn heart; The sands of life are nearly run,
Let such in peace depart.
Speak gently to the erring—know
They may have toiled in vain; Perchance unkindness made them so,
Oh! win them back again.
Speak gently! He who gave His life
To bend man's stubborn will, When elements were fierce in strife
Said to them, "peace be still !"
Speak gently ! 'Tis a little thing
Dropt in the heart's deep well;
Eternity shall tell.
THE MOSS ROSE.
The angel of the flowers one day,
bestow :" The spirit paused in silent thought,What grace was there that flower had not ? 'Twas but a moment-o'er the rose A veil of moss the Angel throws, And, robed in nature's simplest weed, Could there a flower that rose exceed?
FROM THE GERMAN OF KRUMMACHER.
No cloud obscures the summer sky,
Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance
gaze, and wonder, and adore !
Doth it not speak to every sense
Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light,
Mark well each little star, whose
rays In distant splendour meet thy gaze;
Each is a world by God sustained,
What then art thou, oh! child of clay!
Yet fear thou not! the sovereign hand
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
Under a spreading chesnut tree
The village smithy stands,
With large and sinewy hands,
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;