Hoping, trusting, and believing, Giving alms, no thanks receiving; Counting kindest deeds a pleasure, And the joys they waken treasure; Aiming, striving, loving, doing; This is Greatness, good pursuing !

Greatness! 'Tis a moral beauty, Only found in paths of duty; Patient virtue, vice despoiling,

'Gainst an adverse fortune toiling;

Gilding every triumph story

With a bright and golden glory;

Energetic, manful, glorious,

Ever battling and victorious.

Greatness fights in face of evil,

Prejudice, and pride, and devil;

Looking to the rest in heaven, Where the warrior's crown is given.

Onward, then, ye sons of trial,

Heedless of the stern denial;
Greatness true is moral glory—
On, and win the hero's story!

LIVE IN LOVE; 'TIS PLEASANT LIVING.

Be not harsh and unforgiving,

Live in love; 'tis pleasant living.

If an angry man should meet thee,
And assail thee indiscreetly,

Turn not thou again and rend him,
Lest thou needlessly offend him;
Show him Love hath been thy teacher,
Kindness is a potent preacher:

Gentleness is e'er forgiving,

Live in love; 'tis pleasant living.

Why be angry with each other?

Man was made to love his brother;

Kindness is a human duty,

Meekness a celestial beauty.

Words of kindness, spoke in season,
Have a weight with men of reason;
Don't be others' follies blaming,

And their little vices naming;

LIVE IN LOVE; 'TIS PLEASANT LIVING.

Charity's a cure for railing,

Suffers much, is all-prevailing.

Courage, then, and be forgiving,—

Live in love; 'tis pleasant living.

Let thy loving be a passion,
Not a complimental fashion!

Love is wisdom, ever proving
True philosophy is loving:

Hast thou known that bitter feeling,
'Gendered by our hate's concealing?
Better love, though e'er so blindly,
E'en thy foes will call it kindly.
Words are wind: oh let them never
Friendship's golden love-cords sever!
Nor be angry, though another

Scorn to call thee friend or brother;
"Brother," say, "let's be forgiving,—
Live in love; 'tis pleasant living."

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UP AND DO.

UP, my lads, up—with the lark get up!
Health loves to drink from an early cup.

Do, my lads, do-with a purpose, too :

Success seldom comes where the will moves slow.

Up with the merry bird, up and away,

And honour with effort the morn of your day;

Do, ere the shadows come over your eve,

And the web of your fortune, lads, thriftily weave.

Up! there's a work for the world to be done—
A battle to fight, and a race to be won:
Up, my lads, up, if the laurels you'd wear;

Do, if the palm of the victor you'd bear.

The timid “A lion! a lion!" may shout,

And then, like a fugleman, turn right about;

But onward, lads, onward! have courage to pass,

And soon you'll discover 'tis only an ass.

Up, my lads, up! though your talents are small,
Ye must all act your part, if ye'd win, one and all :
The weakest, the strongest, the peasant, the peer,
The humblest and ablest, have work enough here.

There's vice to be rooted, and virtues to sow,
And depths to be fathomed of error and woe;
And ere ye can have the bright noontide of truth,
The sunlight of knowledge must dawn on your youth.

Whilst there's want in the land, or a pang in the heart,
There's a need that you act the Samaritan's part;
And though priestman and Levite both fail to bestow
Their oil, wine, and twopence, lads, up ye, and do!

Then up, my lads, up! and at once get up,
And the wine of good pour from a liberal cup:
Do, my lads, do, and you'll very soon know

That the world's lever lies in that one word-Do.

VOL. I.

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