63 HASTE NOT! REST NOT! Without haste! without rest! Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell; Storm or sunshine, guard it well! Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Bear it onward to the tomb ! Haste not! let no thoughtless deed Mar for aye the spirit's speed; Ponder well and know the right, Rest not! Life is sweeping by, When these forms have passed away. Haste not! rest not! calmly wait; Do the right whate'er betide! 64 PSALM OF LIFE. Tell me not in mournful numbers: And things are not what they seem. Life is real, life is earnest, And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest Was not spoken of the soul. Art is long and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, Lives of great men all remind us, Footprints that, perhaps, another, Let us, then, be up and doing, 65 THE REFORMER. O pure reformers! not in vain Your trust in human kind, The good which bloodshed could not gain Your peaceful zeal shall find. The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and tide ; The voice of nature and of God Speaks out upon your side. The weapons which your hands have found Light, truth, and love; your battle ground- Press on, and if we may not share, The glory of your fight, We'll ask at least in earnest prayer God's blessing on the right. 66 NOT CAST AWAY. (Day of Atonement.) They of great faith have ceased, They wrestled through the night, As His fierce anger burned. They changed to mercy-wrath, Woe, woe! that through our sins They are now at their rest, For those of mighty hearts We search the earth in vain ; And yet will not despair God's gracious ear to gain. Alone we come to Thee In sorrow and in shame; Now Thy forgiveness claim. O blest the gracious word, 67 THE LAW OF LOVE. (II. Kings iv.) Pour forth the oil-pour boldly forth; It will not fail until Thou failest vessels to provide Which it may largely fill. Make channels for the streams of love And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one. But if at any time we cease The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried. |