JflPS AND flAWS — 
pOMPENSATION 
orjOR ever from the hand that 
JE), One blessing from us, others fall 
And soon or late, our Father makes 
His perfect recompense to all! 
Whittier. 
-PUTY. 
c fl\OT once or twice in our rough island-story, 
if The path of duty was the way to glory : 
He that walks it, only thirsting 
For the right, and learns to deaden 
Love ’ of self, before his journey closes, _ 
He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting 
Into glossy purples, which outredden 
All voluptuous garden roses. 
Not once or twice in our fair island-story, 
The path of. duty was the path to glory : 
He, that ever following her commands, 
On with toil of heart and knees and hands, 
Thro’ the long gorge to the far light, has 
His path upward, and prevail'd, 
Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled 
Are close upon the shining table-lands 
To which our Cod Himself is 
moon and sun. 
Tennyson. 
2S2 
