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XXIX.

LEND A HAND.

END a hand to one another
In the daily toil of life:
When we meet a weaker brother,

Let us help him in the strife.
There is none so rich but may,
In his turn, be forced to borrow;
And the poor man's lot to-day

May become our own to-morrow.

Lend a hand to one another.

When malicious tongues have thrown Dark suspicion on your brother,

Be not prompt to cast a stone. There is none so good but may Run adrift on shame and sorrow;

And the good man of to-day

May become the bad to-morrow.

Lend a hand to one another.

In the race for Honor's crown, Should it fall upon your brother, Let not envy tear it down. Lend a hand to all, we pray,

In their sunshine or their sorrow; And the prize they've won to-day May become our own to-morrow.

A. J. Davis's Manual

XXX.

CATCH THE SUNSHINE.

YATCH the sunshine, though it flickers

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Through a dark and dismal cloud; Though it falls so faint and feeble

On a heart with sorrow bowed.
Catch it quickly; it is passing, —
Passing rapidly away:

It has only come to tell you
There is yet a brighter day.

Catch the sunshine, though Life's tempest
May unfurl its chilling blast;
Catch the little hopeful stranger;
Storms will not forever last.

Don't give up, and say, "Forsaken;"
Don't begin to say, "I'm sad."
Look! there comes a gleam of sunshine:
Catch it! Oh, it seems so glad!

Catch the sunshine! Don't be grieving
O'er that darksome billow there :
Life's a sea of stormy billows;

We must meet them everywhere.
Pass right through them; do not tarry;
Overcome the heaving tide:

There's a sparkling gleam of sunshine
Waiting on the other side.

Catch the sunshine, catch it gladly,
Messenger in Hope's employ;

Sent through clouds, through storms and billows,
Bringing you a ray of joy.

Don't be sighing, don't be weeping;
Life, you know, is but a span:
There's no time to sigh or sorrow;
Catch the sunshine when you can.

“The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and perished in their pride."

OVER the seas our galleys went.

Cleaving prows, in order brave,

With speeding wind and a bounding wave, A gallant armament.

Each bark was built of a forest-tree
Left leafy and rough as first it grew,
And nailed all over the gaping sides,
Within and without, with tough bull-hides.
So each good ship was rude to see,
Rude and bare to outward view;

But each one bore a stately tent.
Cedar-poles in scented row
Kept out the flakes of dancing brine;
An awning drooped the mast below,
That neither noontide nor starshine
Might pierce the regal tenement.
When the sun dawned, gay and glad,
We set the sail, and plied the oar;
But when the night-wind blew like breath,
For joy that one day's voyage was o'er,
We sang together on the wide sea
Like men at peace on a peaceful shore.
Each sail was loosed to the wind so free,
Each helm made sure by the twilight star;
And, in a sleep as calm as death,

We, the voyagers from afar,

Lay stretched, each weary crew
In a circle round its wondrous tent,
Whence gleamed soft light and curled rich scent,
And, with light and perfume, music too.

At morn we started beside the mast,
And still each ship was sailing fast.
Now, one morn, land appeared!-a speck,
Dim, trembling betwixt sea and sky: