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Article THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. ← Page 2 of 6 →
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
Oh ! did we but know of the shadows so nigh , The world would indeed be a prison of gloom , All light would be quenched in youth's eloquent eye , And the prayer-lisping infant would ask for the tomb . " Failing , however , knowledge that would crush all heart out of us , the Great Architect of the Universe has planted in our firmament a star—bright , life-giving , —Hope ! " Auspicious hope ! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe . Angel of life ! thy glittering wings explore Earth ' s loneliest bounds , and Ocean ' s wildest shore . " Hope 1 Heaven ' s good g ift to fallen man , to cheer him on his own unknown way , must yet not supplant the lessons to be learned from retrospect" Firstwhat did yesternight deliver ?
, ' Another year has gone for ever , ' And what is this day ' s strong suggestion ? ' The passing moment ' s oil we rest on . ' Rest on!—for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year V
The voice of Nature loudly cries , And many a message from the skies , That something in us never dies ; That on this frail , uncertain state Hang matters of eternal weight ; That future liftoiu world's unknown Must take its line from this alone ; Whether as Heavenly glory briht
g , Or dark as Misery ' s woeful night . Since then On this poor being all depends ; Let us th' important Now employ , Arid live as those that never die . "
And how better use this "Now , " this birth-time of another year , than in calmly looking back over the past , polishing up and renewing good work done , and repairing the faults and errors of the bad ; truly" Old Time has turned another page , Of Eternity and truth ; He reads with a warning voice to age , And whispers a lesson to youth .
A year lias fled o ' er heart and head Since last the yule log burnt ; And we have a task , to closely ask What the bosom and brain have learnt ? Oh , let us hope that our sands have run With wisdom ' s precious grains ! Oh , may we find that our hands have done Some work of glorious pains !
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry New Year ' While the holly gleams above us ; With a pardon for the foes who hate , And a prayer for those who love us . "
If in this retrospect there should in the immediate past be recollections that cause us naught but sorrow aud self-condemnation , let us use still further the blessed g ift of" Memory , images and precious thoughts That shall not die , and cannot be destroyed " images and precious thoughts of our childhood ' s days" perished , the blithe days of boyhood perished , And all the gladness , all the peace I knew ! Now have I but their memory , fondly cherished;—God ! may 1 never , never , lose that too .
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The Work Of Nature In The Months.
Oh ! did we but know of the shadows so nigh , The world would indeed be a prison of gloom , All light would be quenched in youth's eloquent eye , And the prayer-lisping infant would ask for the tomb . " Failing , however , knowledge that would crush all heart out of us , the Great Architect of the Universe has planted in our firmament a star—bright , life-giving , —Hope ! " Auspicious hope ! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe . Angel of life ! thy glittering wings explore Earth ' s loneliest bounds , and Ocean ' s wildest shore . " Hope 1 Heaven ' s good g ift to fallen man , to cheer him on his own unknown way , must yet not supplant the lessons to be learned from retrospect" Firstwhat did yesternight deliver ?
, ' Another year has gone for ever , ' And what is this day ' s strong suggestion ? ' The passing moment ' s oil we rest on . ' Rest on!—for what ? what do we here ? Or why regard the passing year V
The voice of Nature loudly cries , And many a message from the skies , That something in us never dies ; That on this frail , uncertain state Hang matters of eternal weight ; That future liftoiu world's unknown Must take its line from this alone ; Whether as Heavenly glory briht
g , Or dark as Misery ' s woeful night . Since then On this poor being all depends ; Let us th' important Now employ , Arid live as those that never die . "
And how better use this "Now , " this birth-time of another year , than in calmly looking back over the past , polishing up and renewing good work done , and repairing the faults and errors of the bad ; truly" Old Time has turned another page , Of Eternity and truth ; He reads with a warning voice to age , And whispers a lesson to youth .
A year lias fled o ' er heart and head Since last the yule log burnt ; And we have a task , to closely ask What the bosom and brain have learnt ? Oh , let us hope that our sands have run With wisdom ' s precious grains ! Oh , may we find that our hands have done Some work of glorious pains !
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry New Year ' While the holly gleams above us ; With a pardon for the foes who hate , And a prayer for those who love us . "
If in this retrospect there should in the immediate past be recollections that cause us naught but sorrow aud self-condemnation , let us use still further the blessed g ift of" Memory , images and precious thoughts That shall not die , and cannot be destroyed " images and precious thoughts of our childhood ' s days" perished , the blithe days of boyhood perished , And all the gladness , all the peace I knew ! Now have I but their memory , fondly cherished;—God ! may 1 never , never , lose that too .