1 Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is His abode. 2 Still to the lowly soul God doth Himself impart, And for His temple and His throne Doth choose the pure in heart. 282. 10s. M. Anonymous. "If He Giveth Quiet, Who Can Make Trouble?" 1 Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep This treasure, the All-merciful hath given; To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, Its incense round us, like a breath from heaven! 2 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart; To dwell with God, and still with man to feel; To bear about forever in the heart The gladness which His spirit doth reveal! 3 Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil minds Which like a shadow o'er creation lower; The soul which peace hath thus attuned finds How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power. 4 What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought Of the departed; that will be a part Of those undying things His peace hath wrought Into a world of beauty in the heart. 5 What shall make trouble? Not slow-wasting pain, Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of death; These do but wear away, then break, the chain Which bound the spirit down to things beneath. 283. L. M. Jane Roscoe. Judge Not. 1 O, who shall say he knows the folds Which veil another's inmost heart,-- The hopes, thoughts, wishes, which it holds, In which he never bore a part? That hidden world no eye can see,-- O, who shall pierce its mystery? 2 There may be hope as pure, as bright, As ever sought eternity,-- There may be light,--clear, heavenly light, Where all seems cold and dark to thee; And when thy spirit mourns the dust, There may be trust,--delightful trust. 3 Go, bend to God, and leave to Him The mystery of thy brother's heart, Nor vainly think his faith is dim, Because in thine it hath no part; He, too, is mortal,--and, like thee, Would soar to immortality. 4 And if in duty's hallowed sphere, Like Christ, he meekly, humbly bends,-- With hands unstained, and conscience clear, With life's temptations still contends,-- O, leave him that unbroken rest, The peace that shrines a virtuous breast! 5 But if his thoughts and hopes should err, Still view him with a gentle eye,-- Remembering doubt, and change, and fear, Are woven in man's destiny; And when the clouds are passed away, That truth shall dawn with brightening day. 284. C. M. Miss Fletcher. Kindly Judgment.