Lovest thou God as thou oughtest, then lovest thou likewise thy brethren.

Longfellow: Children of the Lord's Supper.

Friendship, in freedom, will blot out the bounding of race,

And straight Law, in freedom, will curve to the rounding of grace.

Sidney Lanier: Psalm of the West.

Let us commune with the Spirit of Things.
Cups to our lips with all eyes glancing over!
Taste of his wine and pledge fealty ever!

Drink the last drop, and pledge love to the end..

Feeble the flame in your soul newly lighted;

Lo! you have love for your kindred and child.
Drink and the flame shall burn steadier, brighter,
Stronger and clearer, yet costing you little;

Lo! you have love for your nation and friends.
Drink and the flame shall blaze fiercely, con-
suming.

Edwin Arnold Brenholtz.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-

The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.

I would not sit in the scorner's seat,

Or hurl the cynic's ban.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road

And be a friend to man.

Sam Walter Foss.

Calmness; see Peace and Quiet.

Pure was the temp'rate air, an even calm
Perpetual reign'd, save when the zephyrs bland
Breath'd o'er the blue expanse.

Thomson: Seasons. Spring.

So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray,
And yet they glide like happiness away.

Byron: Lara.

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone;
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity!

Moore: Lalla Rookh.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

Care, Anxiety.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast,
Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.

Whittier.

Ben Jonson: Tale of a Tub.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,
Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

Henry Kirke White: Childhood.

Old Care has a mortgage on every estate,

And that's what you pay for the wealth that you

get.

J. G. Saxe: Gifts of the Gods.

-Human bodies are sic fools,
For a' their colleges and schools,
That, when nae real ills perplex them,
They mak enow themsels to vex them.

Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Of earth and folly born.

Burns.

Longfellow: Gleam of Sunshine.

Chance; see Fortune and Decision.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,
The self-same way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both
I oft found both.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

I have set my life upon a cast,

And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Shakespeare: Richard III.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul.

Bailey: Festus.

Be juster, heav'ns! such virtue punish'd thus,
Will make us think that Chance rules all above,
And shuffles, with a random hand, the lots
Which men are forc'd to draw.

Dryden.

All nature is but art unknown to thee,

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.
Pope: Essay on Man.

Change.

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

Longfellow: Kéramos.

For all, that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.

Spenser: Ruins of Time.

Is there no constancy in earthly things?
No happiness in us, but what must alter?
No life without the heavy load of fortune?

Beaumont and Fletcher.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

Shakespeare: Julius Cæsar.

-Gone, glimm'ring thro' the dreams of things that

were

A schoolboy's tale-the wonder of an hour.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Byron: Childe Harold.

Byron: Dream.

Longfellow.

There are no birds in last year's nest.

Not in vain the distance beacons, forward, forward

let us range.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

All but God is changing day by day.

Charles Kingsley: Prometheus.

Weep not that the world changes-did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to

weep.

Bryant: Mutation.

Character.

A truer, nobler, trustier heart,

More loving, or more loyal, never beat
Within a human breast.

Byron: Two Foscari.

Strong souls

Live like fire-hearted suns, to spend their strength

In furthest striving action.

George Eliot: Spanish Gypsy.

Love, hope, fear, faith,-these make humanity;
These are its sign, and note, and character.

Browning: Paracelsus.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint!
And those who know thee, know all words are faint!
Hannah More: Sensibility.

As in a building

Stone rests on stone, and wanting the foundation
All would be wanting, so in human life
Each action rests on the foregoing event,
That made it possible, but is forgotten
And buried in the earth.

Longfellow: Michael Angelo.