I mark it sullen and pining no more, But keeping within, though open the door. List ye, now list--from its swelling throat, Of its woodland song you miss never a note. Alone, it is true, and in a wir'd cage; But kindness has melted the captive's rage. Behold a sweet meaning in this bird's story-- How the child of God is ripen'd for glory: For it is thus with the child of God, Smitten and bleeding 'neath His rod: Thus 'tis with him; for, tranquil and calm 'Mid dangers and insults, he singeth his psalm: Alone, all alone, deserted of man, Slander'd and trampl'd and plac'd under ban, He frets not, he pines not, he plains not still, But sees clear in all his dear Father's will: Come loss, come cross, come bereavement, come wrong, He sets all to music, turns all to song; Come terror, come trial, come dark day, come bright, Still upward he looks, and knows all is right: Wounded, he sees the Hand gives the stroke, Bending his neck to bear his Lord's yoke, And finds it grow light, by grace from Above, As love's slender collars o' the Queen of Love; Comes the starting tear, 'tis dried with a smile; Comes a cloud, as you look 'tis gone the while; Stirs the 'old Adam' to tempt and to dare, He thinks Who was tempted and knows what we are; Gentle and meek, murmurs not nor rebels, But serene as in heaven and tranquil dwells: And so the Believer has 'songs in the night,' And so every cloud has a lining of light. Thus, even thus, the captive bird's story Tells how a soul is ripen'd for glory. G. DAMNO AFFICI SAEPE FIT LUCRUM. Damna adsunt multis taciti compendia lucri, Felicique docent plus properare mora. Luxuriem annorum posita sic pelle redemit, Atque sagax serpens in nova saecla subit. Cernis ut ipsa sibi replicato suppetat aevo, Seque iteret multa morte perennis avis? Succrescit generosa sibi, facilesque per ignes Perque suos cineres, per sua fata ferax. Quae sollers jactura sui? quis funeris usus? Flammarumque fides ingeniumque rogi? Siccine fraude subis? pretiosaque funera ludis? Siccine tu mortem, ne moriaris, adis? Felix cui medicae tanta experientia mortis, Cui tam Parcarum est officiosa manus. TRANSLATION. GAIN OUT OF LOSS.