And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky,

As I sit apart by the desert stone, Like Elijah at Horeb's cave, alone, "A still small voice" comes through the wild

(Like a father consoling his fretful child),

Which banishes bitterness, wrath, and fear,

round me sigh,

near!

ONE BY one.

ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going, Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,

Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee,

Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)

Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready too to let them go.

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee.

Do not fear an armed band; One will fade as others greet thee; Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain,
God will help thee for to-morrow,
So each day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly

Has its task to do or bear; Luminous the crown, and holy, When each gem is set with care.

Do not linger with regretting,

Or for passing hours despond; Nor, the daily toil forgetting,

Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.

JUDGE NOT.

JUDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see;

What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won
field,

Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.

The look, the air, that frets thy sight,
May be a token, that below
The soul has closed in deadly fight
With some infernal fiery foe,
Whose glance would scorch thy smil-
ing grace,

And cast thee shuddering on thy face!

The fall thou darest to despise,

May be the angel's slackened hand Has suffered it, that he may rise

And take a firmer, surer stand; Or, trusting less to earthly things, May henceforth learn to use his wings.

And judge none lost; but wait and