SENTIMENT AND STORY. OUR ACTS OUR ANGELS ARE. JOHN FLETCHER. MAN is his own star, and the soul that can THE OAK. ALFRED TENNYSON. LIVE thy life, Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed, Gold again. 189 All his leaves LOVE, DEATH, AND REPUTATION. FROM POEMS BY CHARLES AND MARY LAMB. ONCE on a time, Love, Death, and Reputation, Death said: "My fellow-tourists, I am going Love said: "My friends, I mean to spend my leisure With some young couple, fresh in Hymen's bands; Or 'mongst relations, who in equal measure Have had bequeathed to them house or lands." But Reputation said: "If once we sever, "CUI BONO?" THOMAS CARLYLE. WHAT is Hope? A smiling rainbow What is Life? A thawing ice-board What is Man? A foolish baby, Vainly strives, and fights, and frets; Demanding all, deserving nothing; — One small grave is all he gets. AN ANSWER TO “CUI BONO." JANE WELSH CARLYLE. NAY, this is Hope: a gentle dove And this is Life: ethereal fire Striving aloft through mouldering clay, Mounting, flaming, higher, higher! Till lost in immortality. And Man Oh, hate not, nor despise The fairest, lordliest work of God! “CROSSING THE BAR.” ALFRED TENNYSON. SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark! For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. |