right,
And answers Beauty's levy.

VI.

Be it a fable or rumor,
Or an old device,
'Tis true; gentle wit and humor
Are as good as cold advice.

VII.

This dainty little Album thine
Is of a quality so fine
That happy Laughter here may write,
And all the pages still be white.

VIII.

There is no open mart
In which to sell a heart,
For none the price can pay;
So mine I give away,
Since I with it must part--
'Tis thine, my friend, for aye.
"Do I not feel the lack.
And want to get it back?"
No, no! for kindly Heaven
A better one has given.

IX.

There is a cup, I know,
Which, full to overflow,
Has yet the space to hold
Its measure many fold;
And when from it I drink,
It is so sweet to think--
_What it retains is more
Than all it held before_.
If you my riddle guess,
You surely will confess
The greater in the less,
Which is our blessedness.

X.

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