Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,

Each chasing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,

Then blend they like green leaves and golden flowers
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;

And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

EDWIN ARNOLD

Man and woman, standing in the presence of your first true love, do not fear anything that love can bring. Passion might fly out of the window when poverty comes in at the door; but love will stand by you while life holds on, and then it will plume its wings, and go with you into the eternal life.

ROBERT COLLYER

Week Twelfth

BROTHERHOOD

Prelude

THE SOUL

Come, Brother, turn with me from pining thought And all the inward ills that sin has wrought; Come, send abroad a love for all who live,

And feel the deep content in turn they give.

Kind wishes and good deeds,- they make not

poor;

They'll home again, full laden, to thy door;

The streams of love flow back where they begin,
For springs of outward joys lie deep within.
Even let them flow, and make the places glad
Where dwell thy fellow-men. Shouldst thou be sad,
And earth seem bare, and hours, once happy press
Upon thy thoughts, and make thy loneliness
More lonely for the past, thou then shalt hear
The music of those waters running near;

And thy faint spirit drink the cooling stream,
And thine eye gladden with the playing beam
That now upon the water dances, now
Leaps up and dances in the hanging bough.
Is it not lovely? Tell me, where doth dwell
The power that wrought so beautiful a spell?
In thine own bosom, Brother? Then as thine
Guard with a reverent fear this power divine.
And if, indeed, 'tis not the outward state,
But temper of the soul by which we rate
Sadness or joy, even let thy bosom move
With noble thoughts and wake thee into love;
And let each feeling in thy breast be given
An honest aim, which, sanctified by Heaven,
And springing into act, new life imparts,
Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts.
Sin clouds the mind's clear vision;

Around the self-starved soul has spread a dearth.
The earth is full of life; the living Hand
Touched it with life; and all its forms expand
With principles of being made to suit

Man's varied powers and raise him from the brute. And shall the earth of higher ends be full,Earth which thou tread'st, and thy poor mind be dull?

Thou talk of life, with half thy soul asleep?
Thou "living dead man," let thy spirit leap
Forth to the day, and let the fresh air blow

Through thy soul's shut-up mansion. Wouldst

thou know

Something of what is life, shake off this death;
Have thy soul feel the universal breath

With which all nature's quick, and learn to be
Sharer in all that thou dost touch or see;
Break from thy body's grasp, thy spirit's trance;
Give thy soul air, thy faculties expanse;
Love, joy, even sorrow,-yield thyself to all!
They make thy freedom, groveller, not thy thrall.
Knock off the shackles which thy spirit bind
To dust and sense, and set at large the mind!
Then move in sympathy with God's great whole,
And be like man at first, a living soul.

RICHARD HENRY DANA