LOVE’S T 0 ICE N - F L 0 WE R S. 89 
Go forth, as did the patriarch of old, 
And commune with thy heart’s deep thoughts 
untold; 
Fathom thy spirit’s hidden depths, and learn 
The mysteries of life—those fires that inly burn. 
Go forth at eventide— 
The eventide of summer, when the trees 
Yield their frail honors to the passing breeze, 
And woodland paths with autumn tints are 
dyed— 
When the warm sun his paling lustre shrouds 
In gorgeous draperies of golden clouds ; 
Then wander forth, ’mid beauty and decay, 
To meditate alone—alone to watch and pray. 
Go forth at eventide : 
Commune with thine own bosom, and be still; 
Check the wild impulses of wayward will, 
And learn the nothingness of human pride: 
Morn is the time to act —noon to endure ; 
But oh! if thou wouldst keep thy spirit pure, 
Turn from the beaten path by worldlings trod: 
Go forth at eventide, in heart to walk with God. 
