forming; railroads, canals, and locomotive-engines springing up on every side; when idlers suddenly become men of business, and dash into the game of commerce as the gambler would into the hazards of the faro-table; when he beholds the streets glittering with new equipages, palaces conjured up by the magic of speculation; tradesmen flushed with sudden success, and vying with each other in ostentatious expense; in a word, when he hears the whole community joining in the theme of "unexampled prosperity," let him look upon the whole as a "weather-breeder," and prepare for the impending storm. THE PATIENT STORK. LORD THURLOW. MELANCHOLY bird, the long, long Thou standest by the margin of the pool, Unthrifty, to submit to moral rule, And, taught by God, dost thy Though these be good, true wisdom to impart: whole being school, To patience, which all evil can allay. prey, And given thyself a lesson to the fool, He who has not enough for these to spare, Of time or gold, may yet amend his heart, And teach his soul by brooks and rivers fair, Nature is always wise in every part. fear and sorrow For any one, All the fight fought, all the short jour- And, lying down at night for a last sleeping, ney through, What should I do? I do not think that I should shrink or falter, Say in that ear Which hearkens ever: "Lord, within Thy keeping How should I fear? And when to-morrow brings Thee nearer still Do Thou Thy will." I might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, Step after step, feeling Thee close beside me, tender, My soul would lie All the night long; and when the morning splendor Flushed o'er the sky, I think that I could smile-could calmly say, "It is His day." But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder Held out a scroll, On which my life was writ, and I with wonder Beheld unroll To a long century's end its mystic clue, What should I do? What could I do, oh! blessed Guide and Master, Other than this; Still to go on as now, not slower, faster, Nor fear to miss The road, although so very long it be, While led by Thee? Although unseen, HAT has my darling been doing Who will be able the interest to pay, W How can she manage to keep out of debt For so much caressing and tending? How can I wait till the years shall have flown And the hands have grown larger and stronger? If the debt runs many years longer? Dear little feet! How they fly to my side White arms my neck are caressing; Sweetest of kisses are laid on my cheek; Fair head my shoulder is pressing. Nothing at all from my darling is due From evil may angels defend herThe debt is discharged as fast as 'tis made, For love is a legal tender. |