Friend, make good use of time!
Eternity sublime
Is cradled in its use,
And Time allows no truce.
The past, with shadowy pall,
Is gone beyond recall;
To-morrow is not thine;
’To-day is all
thou hast,
Which will not always
last:
Make thou to-day divine!
XXX.
Every hour a duty
Brings thee from the courts
on high.
Every hour a beauty
Waits her transit to the sky;
Waits till thou adorn her
With the glory
of thy heart,
Or until thou scorn her—
Shall she with
thy sin depart?
XXXI.
If you seek in life success,
Own yourself the
instrument
Which the Lord alone can bless,
And the world
as helper meant;
Perseverance as your friend
And experience
your eyes,
Onward press to reach your
end,
Resting not with
any prize;
Counting it a joy to lend
Unto Him who sanctifies.
XXXII.
That day is lost forever,
Whose golden sun
Beholds through thine endeavor
No goodness done.
XXXIII.
Count not thy life by heart-throbs;
He thinks and
lives the most
Who with the noblest actions
Adorns his chosen
post.
XXXIV.
The secret of the world,
Although in light impearled,
No one can e’er discover,
No one—except a
lover.
To him are given new eyes
In self’s true sacrifice.
XXXV.
If Love is blind
And overlooks
small things,
He has a mind
To apprehend all
things.
XXXVI.
As Love sails down life’s
river
He from his gleaming quiver
Shoots into every
heart
A strange and
nameless smart.
How is thy heart protected?
The wound is unsuspected!
XXXVII.
Dost thou truly love?
Nothing hard can prove,
All the stress and rigor
Doth thy heart transfigure.
XXXVIII.
Love is the key of joy
Which keeps the man a boy
When outward things decay
And all his locks are gray.
XXXIX.
Of Heaven below
Which is so sweet
to know,
And Heaven above,
The title-deed
is love.