Though thou canst give no charity, The balm of comfort thou canst pour Into his grieving mind; Who oft is turned from wealth's proud door With many a word unkind. Does any from the false world find Naught but reproach and scorn? Does any, stung by words unkind, Wish that he ne'er was born? Do thou raise up his drooping heart, Though nought of wealth thou canst impart, And oft again thy words shall wing REVENGE OF INJURIES. LADY ELIZABETH CAREW. The fairest action of our human life And 'tis a finer conquest truly said, If we a worthy enemy do find, To yield to worth it must be nobly done; But if of baser metal be his mind, In base revenge there is no honor won, Who would a worthy courage overthrow? And who would wrestle with a worthless foe? We say our hearts are great, and cannot yield, Because they cannot yield, it proves them poor : Great hearts are tasked beyond their power but seld, The weakest lion will the loudest roar. Truth's school for certain doth this same allow, A noble heart doth teach a virtuous scorn, To scorn to owe a duty overlong, To scorn to be for benefits forborne ; To scorn to lie, to scorn to do a wrong, To scorn to bear an injury in mind, To scorn a freeborn heart slavelike to bind. But if for wrongs we needs revenge must have, And let our hate prevail against our mind She would to Herod then have paid her love, And not have been by sullen passion swayed. To fix her thoughts all injury above Is virtuous pride. Had Mariam thus been proud, Long famous life to her had been allowed. MINISTERING ANGELS. J. G. ADAMS. Amid all our suffering and sin here below, With heart full or hand full, on errands of grace, They linger in brightness round infancy's way, In youth, and strong manhood, and all through life's day; Their joy-giving presence, so earnest and free, Makes Heaven where the power of the demon would be. God's angels! not only on high do they sing, They visit the Poor, whatsoever their lot, They come in their mercy and power to dispel |