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VII.-MY MOTHER'S BIBLE.
GEO. P. MORRIS.
Tears will unbidden start,-
I press it to my heart.
Here is our family tree :
She, dying, gave it me.
2. Ah! well do I remember those
Whose names those records bear,
After the evening prayer,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Here are they living still !
3. My father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters, dear ;
Who learned God's word to hear
What thronging memories come!
Within the halls of home!
4. Thou truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I've tried ;
My counselor and guide.
That could this volume buy :
It taught me how to die.
QUESTIONS.—What is the character of this piece? What emotion does it chiefly express ? Does it require to be read in loud tones ? Does it require rapid speaking ? Should the words be spoken sharply or gently?
VIII.—THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT
My temple, Lord ! that arch of thine ;
2. My choir shall be the moonlit waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
3. I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like thy Throne !
4. Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
5. I'll read thy anger in the rack
That clouds awhile the day-beam's track ;
6. There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
7. There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy Love,
Thy touch shall turn all bright again ! This selection, like the preceding, requires smooth, gentle tones, with median stress. It has, however, less of tenderness, and requires more fullness and roundness of voice. The preceding selection is the more pathetic, this is the more dignified and noble. The pitch should be lower in this than in the preceding
From rainbow galaxies of earth's creation,
As a libation !
2. Ye matin worshipers, who bending lowly
Before the uprisen sun, God's lidless eye,
Incense on high !
3. Ye bright mosaics, that with storied beauty
The floor of nature's temple tesselate,
Your forms create !
4. In the sweet-scented pictures, heavenly Artist,
With which thou paintest nature's wide-spread hall,
Of love to all !
5. Not useless are ye, flowers, though made for pleasure,
Blooming in field and wood by day and night;
6. “Thou wert not, Solomon, in all thy glory,
Arrayed,” the lilies cry,“ in robes like ours;
Are human powers !”
7. 'Neath cloistered boughs each floral bell that swingeth
And tolls its perfume on the passing air,
A call to prayer ;
8. Not to the dome where crumbling arch and column
Attest the feebleness of mortal hand,
Which God hath planned ;
9. To the cathedral, boundless as our wonder,
Whose quenchless lamps the sun and moon supply, Its choir the winds and waves, its organ thunder,
Its dome the sky.
10. There, as in solitude and shade I wander
Through the green aisles, or, stretched along the sod, Awed by the silence, reverently ponder
The ways of God:
11. Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers,
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book,
From loneliest nook.
12. Ephemeral sages ! What instructors hoary
For such a world of thought could furnish scope ?
Yet fount of hope.
13. Posthumous glories, angel-like collection,
Upraised from seed or bulb interred in earth,
And second birth.
14. Floral apostles, that in dewy splendor
Weep without woe and blush without a crime,
Your love sublime.
15. Were I, O God ! in churchless lands remaining,
Far from all voice of teachers or divines,
Priests, sermons, shrines.
QUESTIONS.—1. What is “a libation"? What are said to be “sprinkled,” and by what? 2. What are “matin worshipers "? What are the “chalices” here mentioned ? 3. Why are the flowers called “bright mosaics"? 7. What is the meaning of "ever" in the third line? 8. What are alluded to in the first two lines? In the last two? 9. What is meant by the expression “ boundless as our wonder" ? What is said to be boundless ? Point out the passages that seem to you most beautiful.
1. Homes there are, we are sure, that are no homes; the home of the very poor man, and another which we shall speak to presently. Crowded places of cheap entertainment, and the benches of ale-houses, if they could speak, might bear mournful testimony to the first. To them the very poor man resorts for an image of the home which he can not find at home. For a starved grate, and a scanty firing, that is not enough to keep alive the natural heat in the fingers of so many shivering children with their mother, he finds in the depths of winter always a blazing hearth, and a hob to warm his pittance of beer by. Instead of the clamors of a wife, made gaunt by famishing, he meets with a cheerful attendance beyond the merits of the trifle which he can afford to spend.
2. He has companions which his home denies him ; for