Part 69

HAMMOND--Love Elegies.

48. Endless labor all along, Endless labor to do wrong.

DR. JOHNSON.

49. A fearful sign stands in thy house of life, An enemy;----a fiend lurks close behind The radiance of thy planet:--Oh, be warn'd!

COLERIDGE.

50. Thy God, in the darkest of days, will be Greenness, and beauty, and strength to thee.

BARTON.

51. You were not meant to struggle from your birth, To skulk and creep, and in mean pathways range; Act with stern truth, large faith, and loving will, Up and be doing.

J. R. LOWELL.

52. GENTLEMAN.--To die 'midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke, And death-shots falling thick and fast As lightning from the mountain cloud.

HALLECK.

52. LADY.-- Death shall come Gently, to one of delicate mould like thee, As light winds wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree.

BRYANT.

53. I know that pleasure's hand will throw Her silken nets about thee, I know how lonesome friends will find The long, long days without thee; But in thy letters there'll be joy, The reading, the replying; They'll kiss each word that's traced by thee, Upon thy truth relying.

BAYLEY.

54. Your life shall be as it has been, A sweet variety of joys.

R. H. WILDE.

55. Neither poverty Nor riches, But godliness so gainful With content. No painted pomp nor glory that Bewitches; A blameless life is your best monument, And such a life that soars a-- Bove the sky, Well pleased to live, but better pleased to die.

HUGH PETERS.

56. A life you'll lead Which hath no present time, but is made up Entirely of to-morrows.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

57. GENTLEMAN.--I see Lord Mayor written on your forehead.

MASSINGER.

57. LADY.--A marriage in May weather.

LEIGH HUNT--Rimini.

58. You'll have never a penny left in your purse, Never a penny but three; And one is brass, and another is lead, And another is white money.

PERCY'S RELIQUES--Heir of Linne.

59. You will double your life's fading space, For he that runs it well, runs twice his race; And in this true delight, These unbought sports, this happy state, You will not fear, nor wish your fate; But boldly say each night, "To-morrow let my sun his beams display, "Or in clouds hide them; I have lived to-day."