Shall we, whose souls are lighted
  With wisdom from on high,
  Shall we to men benighted
  The Lamp of life deny? 
  Salvation!  O Salvation! 
  The joyful sound proclaim,
  Till earth’s remotest nation
  Has learned Messiah’s name.
From Greenland’s Icy Mountains.  BISHOP R. HEBER.

  Blest river of salvation,
  Pursue thy onward way;
  Flow thou to every nation,
  Nor in thy richness stay: 
  Stay not till all the lowly
  Triumphant reach their home;
  Stay not till all the holy
  Proclaim, “The Lord is come!”
Success of the Gospel.  S.F.  SMITH.

  Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest,
  Till through the world thy truth has run: 
  Till Christ has all the nations blessed
  That see the light, or feel the sun.
God’s Word and Works.  DR. I. WATTS.

MODERATION.

  Reason’s whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
  Lie in three words,—­health, peace, and competence. 
  Rut health consists with temperance alone. 
  And peace, O Virtue! peace is all thine own.
Essay on Man, Epistle IV.  A. POPE.

  These violent delights have violent ends,
  And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
  Which as they kiss consume.

* * * * *

  Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
  Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii.  Sc.  SHAKESPEARE.

  They surfeited with honey; and began
  To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
  More than a little is by much too much.
King Henry IV., Pt.  I. Act iii.  Sc2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  And for my means.  I’ll husband them so well
  They shall go far with little.
Hamlet, Act iv.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

  He that holds fast the golden mean,
  And lives contentedly between
    The little and the great,
  Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
  Nor plagues that haunt the rich man’s door.
Translation of Horace, Bk.  II.  Ode X.  W. COWPER.

  Take this at least, this last advice, my son: 
  Keep a stiff rein, and move but gently on: 
  The coursers of themselves will run too fast,
  Your art must be to moderate their haste.
Metamorphoses:  Phaeton, Bk.  II.  OVID. Trans. of ADDISON.

  Have more than thou showest,
  Speak less than thou knowest,
  Lend less than thou owest,
  Ride more than thou goest,
  Learn more than thou trowest,
  Set less than thou throwest.
King Lear, Act i.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

MOON.

  The night is come, but not too soon;
    And sinking silently,
  All silently, the little moon
    Drops down behind the sky.
The Light of Stars.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.