What wealth of enjoyment a sentence may hold That flows in a rill of encouraging words! The heart’s weary wings with new strength will unfold, While quick resolution all feebleness girds. The sunset may brighten—outrival the dawning, If sympathy’s warm touch the drooping life thrills; Tho’ autumn has put out her gold-tassled awning And mantled with haze all the woodlands and hills— Tho’ the vintage hath yielded the first of its wines— Tho’ shadows lie eastward in wavering lines, And evening has whispered the low uttered warning— “The glories of Day have all drifted afar”— The spirit will rally encouraged by love. E’en twilight may deepen, if only this star Shall gleam with its vestal light brightly above, We’ll work thro’ life’s gloaming, till angels unbar The orient gates of Eternity’s morning. Faith. O, by and by the sun will shine again— Will throw glad light on hill, and field, and plain; The earth will smile ’neath Plenty’s joyous reign, And we shall know that “God remembers the world.” Aye, by and by the clouds will roll away And then a greater boon, a golden day Will seem, because we’ve known a gloomy May When Doubt, o’er brooding, shadowed all our world. Let Hope’s bright sunshine gladden every hour, E’en tho’ the skies with angry tempests lower; Believe, beyond, above, a higher Power Doth watch and guard, with loving, care the world. Shrink not nor e’er, with dread, thy part delay; With faith and courage meet each coming day— Let duties well performed pave all thy way, Thus make a royal pathway thro’ the world. Tho’ sorrows should be thick along thy path, Remember none are sent to thee in wrath; Love fires the bolt that makes the lightning scath— A law that gives a brighter, better world. With frowning face Calamity may come, Ay, strike a hemisphere with terror dumb, But let no boding fear thy faith benumb, For He who made, in wisdom rules the world. Tho’ skies and seas their floods together roll— Tho’ earth should pass, a shriveled scroll, His care is over each immortal soul— He’ll gather us to His eternal world. Nirvana. Possession blest of that Celestial sphere Beyond the reach of hope and fear; Salvation’s port—Elysian shore Where souls remain, forevermore, In blissful calm, disturbed by naught Evolved by ranging, restless Thought, And where Eternal arms of Peace Enfolding, give secure release From chains that bind, to Death and Sin— A severance from the What-has-been— An end of seeming endless range; No farther transmigrating change, But REST of soul, that’s sweet, supreme, Beyond, the touch of Life’s wild dream: A draught that quenches all desire— Extinguishes Ambition’s fire, And leave, an essence, pure, divine, That shall with Brama ever shine, Quiescent in that blest repose To which the wise Guatama rose. Heredity.