Select Poetry.

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 291, 26 September 1874, Page 4

Select Poetry.

WOEK ANT) -■PRA7.

. " He. found I hem sloping for sorrow,, and. j: said nnl.o them, Why sleep ye ?" St. Lckb -sxti. 45, 46. ...■" , My heart w rtching h.-rely, .*;-!■"* I would it wore at reHt, ..vY^ 1 ' lii the eternal rtilltiesi' .£*?*'"■■ ' Of earth's cold, quiet I would that I wdr» tyjp'g:,. ■"*' Soven feet belowJji'e.ground, Lock'd in an endless-slumber, •Wak'd by to troublous sound. Sweet Hope, thou hast departed, Ant] empty .is ray life ; 1 seem to have no energy ajff", To face the toil and strife. .*> ■ "The inward prospect's dreary, Arid dark the outward lot, And my secret soul is yearning l<or that which cometh not. Oh, hush, sad heart I bestir theo,' And quell this murmuring cry!. Thou, an immortal spirit, ■.,-•. . Shalt tho.u thus idle Ho? _■ , Look up— behold around thee / Souls sadder far than thine; —;.. Oomo forth, and strive to comfort them, * Led by a Hand Divine. Oome for'-h, and work among them, Thoy perish at t.hy feet: ■ Oh, toll'thorn of Eternity— How swiftly Time doth fleet— Tako them the Gospel message, Bid them awake'from sin; Knook at their heart's hard portal Till they lot their Saviour in. Labor and strive, and rest not— Tliqit hust no t.rue to weep, While round thee lie thy fellow-men Wrapp'd'in deceitful sleep . —- Labor and strive, and rost not— Thy grief shall soon be o'er; T?ut they, if they arouse not, Must grieve for evermore. ■ Peace, thy sweet Saviour's blessing, He surely will impart j And in Ilis own good time Will heal thy wounddd heart ; He will give thee all thoti envvest, 1 ' -So thou no post forsake—• Wait still, and pray, and labor ; . -Ere long tho day shall break. >*' • ., E. Q-. ,0. Bhook. "'—' Q-qod Words.'