"Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undisturbed by the sights they see,

These demand not that the things without them
Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.

"And with joy the stars perform their shining,
And the sea its long moon-silvered roll,
For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting
All the fever of some differing soul.
"Bounded by themselves, and unregardful
In what state God's other works may be,
On their own tasks all their powers pouring,
These attain the mighty life you see."

O air-born voice! long since, severely clear,
A cry like thine in my own heart I hear:
"Resolve to be thyself; and know that he
Who finds himself, loses his misery!'

MATTHEW ARNOLD.

AYS of my youth, ye have glided away
Hairs of my youth, ye are frosted and gray:
Eyes of my youth, your keen sight is no more:
Cheeks of my youth, ye are furrowed all o'er:
Strength of my youth, all your vigor is gone:
Thoughts of my youth, your gay visions are
flown.

Day of my youth, I wish not your recall: Hairs of my youth, I'm content ye should fall: Eyes of my youth, ye much evil have seen:

Cheeks of my youth, bathed in tears you have been:
Thoughts of my youth, you have led me astray:
Strength of my youth, why lament your decay?
Days of my age, ye will shortly be past:
Pains of my age, yet awhile you can last:
Joys of my age, in true wisdom delight:
Eyes of my age, be religion your light:
Thoughts of my age, dread ye not the cold sod:
Hopes of my age, be ye fixed on your God.
ST. GEORGE TUCKER.

HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae rin about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;

But we 've wandered mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, etc.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roared Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, etc.

And here's a hand, my trusty fier,

And gie 's a hand o' thine;

And we'll take a right guid willie-waugh For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, etc.

And surely ye 'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine;

And we 'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne etc.

ROBERT BURNS.