FOUR THINGS FOUR things a man must learn to do LABOR AND LOVE LABOR and love! there are no other laws To rule the liberal action of that soul Which fate hath set beneath thy brief control, Or lull the empty fear that racks and gnaws; Labor! then like a rising moon, the cause Of life shall light thine hour from pole to pole, Thou shalt taste health of purpose, and the ro Of simple joys unwind without a pause. Love! and thy heart shall cease to question why Its beating pulse was set to rock and rave; Find but another heart this side the grave To soothe and cling to,-thou hast life's reply. Labor and love! then fade without a sigh, Submerged beneath the inexorable wave, Edmund Gosse [1849 WHAT IS GOOD "WHAT is the real good?" Order, said the law court; TER trust all and be deceived, in this mocking world, too fast n lose the blessed hope of truth. Frances Anne Kemble [1809-1893] A CHARGE ou hast squandered years to grave a gem mmissioned by thy absent Lord, and while 'Tis incomplete, s would bribe thy needy skill to them— Dismiss them to the street! d'st thou at last discover Beauty's grove, last be panting on the fragrant verge, But in the track, k with divine possession, thou meet LoveTurn, at her bidding, back. When round thy ship in tempest Hell appears, And loose to madness thy deep-kenneled Fears- Last, if upon the cold, green-mantling sea, And one must perish-let it not be he Whom thou art sworn to obey. Herbert Trench [1865 "MY DAYS AMONG THE DEAD ARE PASSED" My days among the Dead are passed, Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: Opportunity ever-failing friends are they, them I take delight in weal, d seek relief in woe; while I understand and feel w much to them I owe, heeks have often been bedewed tears of thoughtful gratitude. houghts are with the Dead; with them ve in long-past years, virtues love, their faults condemn, rtake their hopes and fears; from their lessons seek and find hopes are with the Dead; anon y place with them will be, I with them shall travel on hrough all Futurity; leaving here a name, I trust, t will not perish in the dust. 2789 Robert Southey [1774-1843] OPPORTUNITY R of human destinies am I! love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. and fields I walk; I penetrate and seas remote, and passing by soon or late and mart and palace-soo k unbidden once at every gate! ›ing, wake—if feasting, rise before Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, I answer not, and I return no more! John James Ingalls [1833-1900] OPPORTUNITY THEY do me wrong who say I come no more Wail not for precious chances passed away! Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast? Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell; Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; Walter Malone [1866 |