Dost give away thy heart,
        With all its sweet perfume? 
      Angels dwell where thou art,
        The more, the greater room.

XI.

        A life lost in a life—­
        True husband or true wife—­
        A life come back again
        As with a shining train.

XII.

        A cheery maiden’s love
      As large as heaven and earth—­
        That were a gift to prove
      How much this life is worth.

XIII.

        Fast by Eternal Truth,
      And on a sunny mountain,
      Springs that perennial fountain
        Which gives immortal youth;
      And all who bathe therein
      Are washed from every sin.

XIV.

      It is to do the best,
        Unmindful of reward,
      Which brings the sweetest rest
        And nearness to the Lord;
      And this has been thy aim,
        And will be to the end,
      Knows she who writes her name
        As thy unchanging friend.

XV.

    Words—­words—­and pen and ink,
    But not a thought to think! 
    And yet, perhaps, perchance,
    Who knows his ignorance
    Is not the greatest fool,
    Although long out of school.

XVI.

    Our greatest glory, friend,
      Is chiefly found herein—­
    That when we fall, offend,
      We quickly rise from sin,
    And make the very shame,
    Which gathered round our name
    Like many scorpion rings,
    The stairs to better things
    In that high citadel
    Which has a warning bell.

XVII.

    Whence honor, wealth, or fame,
      Which God delights to see? 
    Out of a blameless name,
      Born of Eternity. 
      And these are prizes
      At God’s assizes,
      Reported day by day,
      Which no man takes away.

XVIII.

    Life is movement, action,
    Joy, and benefaction. 
    Rest is bravely doing,
    While the past reviewing,
    Still the years forecasting
    With the Everlasting. 
    Such be days of thine,
    Such thy rest divine.

XIX.

    The brook’s joy
    Does not cloy. 
    Too much sun,
    Too much rain;
    Work is done
    Not in vain. 
    Sun receives
    And cloud leaves
    Just enough. 
    Skies are black
    And winds rough,
    Yet no lack
    Of good will;
    For ’tis still
    Understood
    God is good.