ALEXANDER.

"Tis Christian science makes our day,
And freedom lends her lovely ray;
And we forget 'neath our fair skies,
The world that still in shadow lies;
That India bows to Juggernaut ;

And China worships gods of clay;
And healing amulets are bought

Even where our Saviour's body lay, And holy miracles are wrought

Beneath St. Peter's cross-crowned sway; And over Afric's wide domain The powers of death and darkness reign. MRS. HALE.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed At apparations, signs, and prodigies!

SHAKSPEARE.

The superstitious, idle-headed eld Received and did deliver to our age This tale. SHAKSPEARE.

[See also IDOLATRY.]

protects.

BYRON.

He lowered on her with dangerous eye-glance,
Showing his nature in his countenance;
His rolling eyes did never rest in place,
But walked each where for fear of hid mis-
chance,

Holding a lattice still before his face,
Through which he still did peep as forward he
did pace.
SPENSER.

And shall we all condemn, and all distrust, Because some men are false, and some unjust? Forbid it, Heaven! for better 'twere to be Duped of the fond impossibility

Of light and radiance, which sleep's visions gave,

Than thus to live, suspicion's bitter slave. MRS. NORTON.

Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup.

CROLY.

Better is the mass of men, Suspicion, than thy fears,

Purer than thy judgments, ascetic tongue of

Censure,

In all things worthier to love, if not also wiser to esteem.

TUPPER.

TEARS.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud To give the flowing virtue manly way;

'Tis nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt

In soft adoption of another's sorrow.

HILL.

Scorn the proud man that is ashamed to weep.

YOUNG.

Half round the globe, the tears pumped up by death

Are spent in watering vanities of life;
In making folly flourish still more fair.

YOUNG.

No radiant pearl, which crested fortune wears; No gem, that twinkling hangs from beauty's ears;

Sweet drop of pure and pearly light!
In thee the rays of virtue shine;
More calmly clear, more mildly bright,
Than any gem that gilds the mine.

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ROGERS.

Awake! they sadden me-those early tears, First gushings of the strong dark river's flow,

That must o'ersweep thy soul with coming years,

Th' unfathomable flood of human woe! MRS. HEMANS.

Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for.

MRS. BROWNING.

Tears! what are tears? The babe weeps in its cot,

The mother singing: at her marriage bell
The bride weeps and before the oracle
Of high-faned hills, the poet hath forgot
That moisture on his cheeks. Commend the
grace,

adorn;

Nor rising sun, that gilds the vernal morn; Shine with such luster as the tear that flows Down virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.

DARWIN.

That very law which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.

ROGERS.

Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent
Of infinite affection; far too big
For words.

POLLOK.

He hung his head; each nobler aim
And hope, and feeling, which had slept
From boyhood's hour, that instant came

Fresh o'er him, and he wept, he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!

In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense

Of guiltless joy that guilt may know.
MOORE.

done,

Ye grope, tear-blinded, in a desert place,
And touch but tombs; look up! Those tears

will run,

Soon, in long rivers, down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun. MRS. BROWNING.

Raise it to heaven, when thine eye fills with tears,

For only in the watery sky appears The bow of light; and from the invisible skies

Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes. MRS. F. A. K. BUTLER.

Give our tears to the dead! For humanity's claim From its silence and darkness is ever the same;

The hope of that world whose existence is bliss, May not stifle the tears of the mourners of this.

WHITTIER.

Tears are the noble language of the eye. HERRICK.

Lo! the mighty heart That in Gethsemane sweat drops of blood, Taking for us the cup that might not pass; The heart whose breaking cord upon the cross Made the earth tremble, and the sun afraid To look upon his agony; the heart

Of a lost world's Redeemer-overflowed

Philosophy, religious solitude,

And labor wait on temperance; in these Desire is bounded: they instruct the mind's And body's action.

NABB.

In our world, Death deputes Intemperance to do the work of Age.

YOUNG.

WILLIS.

Then, foremost at the banquet and the ball, Death leads the dance, or stamps the deadly

die,

Nor ever fails the midnight bowl to crown.

YOUNG.

TEMPERANCE-INTEMPERANCE.

Is man then only for his torment placed, The center of delights he may not taste?

fires,

Frail and corrupt, is soon to sin betrayed; Vice by degrees a firm possession gains, And o'er the willing soul despotic reigns.

J. SCOTT.