FAITH. BETTER trust all and be deceived, And weep that trust and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart, that if believed Had blessed one's life with true believing. Oh, in this mocking world too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes out youth: Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth. FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Он! say, can you see by the dawn's | And where is that band who so "As sure as the roses shall blos-To-morrow has trouble to lend,— som "As sure as the golden robin Shall build her a swinging nest, And the captured sunbeam lie fastlocked In the marigold's burning breast; "As sure as the water-lilies Shall float like a fairy fleet; An endless, endless store; But I have as much as heart can SWEETEST, Sweetest, Heliotrope! To the subtle spells that bind me: As sure as the torrent shall leap the The dim air swimmeth in my sight OH! WHY SHOULD THE SPIRIT OF MORTAL BE PROUD? OH! why should the spirit of mortal | And alike from the minds of the liv be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fastflying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. ing erased Are the memories of mortals who loved her and praised. The head of the king, that the sceptre hath borne; The brow of the priest, that the mitre hath worn; The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave, Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap; The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep; The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread. So the multitude goes, like the flower or weed, That withers away to let others succeed; So the multitude comes, even those we behold, To repeat every tale that has often been told. |