'Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;
Sleep, holy spirit, tender soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet,
Nothing comes to thee new or strange;
Sleep full of rest from head to feet—
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.'
THE BLESSING OF A FULL LIFE
'Deep streams run still, and why? Not because there are no obstructions, but because they altogether overflow those stones or rocks round which the shallow stream has to make its noisy way. 'Tis the full life that saves us from the little noisy troubles of life.'—William Smith.
* * * * *
'So when our complaining
Tells of constant strife
With some moveless hindrance
In our path of life,
'What we need is only
Fulness of our own.
If the current deepen,
Never mind the stone!
'Let the fuller nature
Flow its mass above;
Cover it with pity,
Cover it with love.'
Lucy Smith.
'So when our complaining
Tells of constant strife
With some moveless hindrance
In our path of life,
'What we need is only
Fulness of our own.
If the current deepen,
Never mind the stone!
'Let the fuller nature
Flow its mass above;
Cover it with pity,
Cover it with love.'
Lucy Smith.
XIV
TWO BEAUTIFUL LIVES
WILLIAM AND LUCY SMITH
'As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman,
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows.
Useless each without the other.'
Longfellow's Hiawatha.