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t love. Till at death-eve, when the past Rings dear Mother Earth's own knells, Bridal heaven unveils at last With a peal of marriage bells. --William Robertson. The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring; And ever upon old decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his hope with all. --John Greenleaf Whittier. IMAGINARY EVILS Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow; Leave things of the future to fate; What's the use to anticipate sorrow? Life's troubles come never too late! If to hope overmuch be an error, 'Tis one that the wise have preferred; And how often have hearts been in terror Of evils that never occurred. Have faith, and thy faith shall sustain thee; Permit not suspicion and care With invisible bonds to acclaim thee, But bear what God gives thee to bear. By his spirit supported and gladdened, Be ne'er by forebodings deterred; But think how oft hearts have been saddened By fear of what never occurred. Let to-morrow take care of to-morrow; Short and dark as our life may appear We may make it still darker by sorrow, Still shorter by folly and fear! Half our troubles are half our invention, And often from blessings conferred Have we shrunk, in the wild apprehension Of evils that never occurred. --Charles Swain. THE MORNING STAR There is a morning star, my soul! There is a morning star; 'Twill soon be near and bright, my soul, Though now it seem so dim and far. And when time's stars have come and gone, And every mist of earth has flown, That better star shall rise On this world's clouded skies To shine forever! The night is well-nigh spent, my soul! The night is well-nigh spent; And soon above our heads shall rise A glorious firmament. A sky all clear and glad and bright, The Lamb once slain its perfect light, A star without a cloud, Whose light no mists enshroud, Descending never! THREE LESSONS There are three lessons I would write-- Three words as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light, Upon the hearts of men. Hav
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