. Our Sunday book of reading and pictures . by esteeming ;Tell Schools they want profoundness,And stand too much on seeming:If Arts and Schools reply,Give Arts and Schools the lie. Tell Faith its fled the city; Tell how the Country erreth ;Tell, Manhood shakes off pity ;Tell, Virtue least preferreth :And if they do reply,Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing ,Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ;Stab at thee who what will,No stab the soul can kill! (ATTRIBUTED TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH.) Perhaps the very best idea of prayer is, I what
. Our Sunday book of reading and pictures . by esteeming ;Tell Schools they want profoundness,And stand too much on seeming:If Arts and Schools reply,Give Arts and Schools the lie. Tell Faith its fled the city; Tell how the Country erreth ;Tell, Manhood shakes off pity ;Tell, Virtue least preferreth :And if they do reply,Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing ,Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ;Stab at thee who what will,No stab the soul can kill! (ATTRIBUTED TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH.) Perhaps the very best idea of prayer is, I what He will think back to us, and do ; notjust thinking toward God and waiting for | trying to tell Him anything. [ 255 ] Recjo_6orri, A SINGLE gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospectsbrighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived inthe present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, likethe grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and. did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, whichwe call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In apleasant spring morning all mens sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce tovice. While such a sun holds out to burn, the vilest sinner may our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neio-h- 256 OUR SUNDAY BOOK. hours. You may have known your neighbour yesterday for a thief, a drunkard,or a sensuaHst, and merely pitied or despised him, and despaired of the world ;but the sun shines bright and warm this first spring morning, re-creating theworld, and you meet him at some serene work, and see how his exhausted anddebauched veins expand with still joy and bless the new day, feel the springinfluence with the innocence of infancy, and all his faults are forgotten. Thereis not only an atmosphere of goodwill about him, but even a savour of holinessgroping for express
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