She glances o’er us from above, The brightest star that’s given, And guides us still, through faith and love, To endless peace, in Heaven. _Anna Peyre Dinnies._ The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring, And ever, upon old decay, The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the star-light lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all His works, Hath left His _Hope_ with all. _J. G. Whittier._ The world may change from old to new, From new to old again; Yet _Hope_ and Heaven, for ever true, Within man’s heart remain. The dreams that bless the weary soul, The struggles of the strong, Are steps towards some happy goal, The story of _Hope’s_ song. _Sarah Flowers Adams._ HOUSE. I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the _house_ of the Lord.--Psalm cxxii. 1. Except the Lord build the _house_, they labour in vain that build it.--Psalm cxxvii. 1. It is better to go to the _house_ of mourning, than to go to the _house_ of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.--Ecclesiastes, vii. 2. Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s _house_ are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.--John, xiv. 1, 2. It is the Sabbath bell, which calls to pray’r, Ev’n to the _house_ of God, the hallow’d dome, Where He who claims it bids His people come To bow before His throne, and serve him there With pray’rs, and thanks, and praises: some there are Who bold it meet to linger now at home, And some o’er fields and the wide hills to roam, And worship in the temple of the air! For me, not heedless of the lone address, Nor slack to greet my maker on the height, By wood, or living stream; yet not the less Seek I His presence in each social rite Of His own temple: that He deigns to bless, There still He dwells, and there is His delight. _Bishop Mant._ If in the family thou art the best, Pray oft, and be the mouth unto the rest; Whom God hath made the heads of families, He hath made priests to offer sacrifice. Daily let part of Holy Writ be read, Let as the body, so the soul have bread; For look, how many souls in thy _house_ be, With just as many souls God trusteth thee. _Anonymous._ (1600.) If to the _house_ of God below Thou go’st with faith and holy love; Thy soul, released, may hope to go And dwell in God’s own _house_ above. _Egone._ HUMILITY.