204 THE WHITE STORK. 



Firm courage that will never quail, 

 Still strongest in the stormiest gale, 

 Undaunted zeal wouldst thou behold ? 

 Oh ! go not to the stern and cold ; 

 But where the warm affections dwell, 

 There look thou for its mightiest spell : 

 For love, e'en in its lowest form, 

 Hath power the coward heart to warm, 

 And in its highest, calleth down 

 The strength that wins the martyr's crown. 



