j3oF^AGE J I^IALSi 
- RAY, pray, thou who also weepest, 
And the drops will slacken so ; 
Weep, weepand the watch thou keepest, 
With a quicker count will go. 
Think:—the shadow on the dial 
For the nature most undone 
Marks the passing of the trial, 
Proves the presence of the sun. 
E. B. Browning. 
JdEMP-j? ATE. 
<T|.ONG we live, thinking nothing of our fate ; 
y For in the morn of life we mark it not— 
It falls behind : but as our day goes down 
We catch it lengthening with a giant’s stride, 
And ushering us unto the feet of night. 
P / Rnila.i 
Alas ! how easily things go wrong 1 
A sigh too much, or a kiss too long, 
And there follows a mist and a weeping rain, 
And life is never the same again. 
George Mac Donald. 
