BENEVOLENCE. "It is more blessed to give than to receive." THERE is indeed one crowning joy, And to it a reward is given Most precious in the sight of heaven, To raise the fallen from the dust, Pour on the soul a stream as bright As happy spirits feel: Yes, high archangels wing their way The choicest happiness there is, He looks around, and sees the eye All hail, my country's noble sons, And lives there one, who never felt Of sympathy for others' wo? A fiend in flesh is here. Brethren, unsatisfied with earth, Who heave a sigh 'mid all your mirth, Ye may-there only wants the will— Most glad a thing it is and sweet, How sweet it is to link again Rich men and proud, who fain would find Some scheme to gladden self, Ye cannot see the tearful eye, Nor feel yourselves beloved And you, who love your fellow-men, Ye can that love fulfil Go, rescue yonder tortured brute, But, oh! it loves you still. Children of science, who delight While nature's lovely face you scan, But still reflect that all the good For 't is a heavenly boon, That should for its own sake be sought, A blessing sweet and soon: It is reward to imitate, That gracious One who stood And what an argument for pray'r Is blessed rather than the gift"- A CABINET OF FOSSILS. COME, and behold with curious eye |