the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul:
The mind's the standard of the man.
_Horae Lyricae, Bk. II.: False Greatness_. DR. I. WATTS.
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise;
His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies.
_Moral Essays, Epistle I_. A. POPE.
While Reason drew the plan, the Heart informed
The moral page and Fancy lent it grace.
_Liberty, Pt. IV_. J. THOMSON.
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.
_Yes! Thou art fair_. WORDSWORTH.
Cried, "'T is resolved, for Nature pleads that he
Should only rule who most resembles me.
Shadwell alone my perfect image bears,
Mature in dulness from his tender years;
Shadwell alone of all my sons is he
Who stands confirmed in full stupidity.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Some beams of wit on other souls may fall,
Strike through and make a lucid interval;
But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray."
_Mac Flecknoe_. J. DRYDEN.
MISSIONS.
Onward, ye men of prayer!
Scatter in rich exuberance the seed,
Whose fruit is living bread, and all your need
Will God supply; his harvest ye shall share.
Seek ye the far-off isle;
The sullied jewel of the deep,
O'er whose remembered beauty angels weep,
Restore its lustre and to God give spoil.
_Missionaries_. W.B. TAPPAN.
When they reach the land of strangers,
And the prospect dark appears,
Nothing seen but toils and dangers,
Nothing felt but doubts and fears;
Be thou with them!
Hear their sighs, and count their tears.
_Departing Missionaries_. T. KELLY.
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.
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