The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, July 1836)Various
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The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, July 1836)
Various
College students' writings, American -- Connecticut -- New Haven -- Periodicals; Yale University -- Periodicals
And such the heart’s bad passions. Let
Its greener laurels flourish yet--,
Hope, friendship, ne’er let earth forget
How sweet they are;
For the poor heart’s not desolate
When love is there.
Love--tis earth’s holiest principle!
From every thing we catch its spell!
But more, from the sweet thoughts that dwell
In woman’s breast--
Friendship and faith immutable
By her possess’d.
Then, lady! be it all thy care,
To be as wise as thou art fair;
Be wary--think each smile a snare--
Shun pleasure’s lure;
Farewell! thou _hast_ the Minstrel’s prayer--
Be good--be pure.
THE SISTER’S FAITH.
‘Our affections are
Heaven’s influences, that by the good they do,
Betray their origin.
‘So I have seen
A frail flower that the storm has trampled on--
Lovely in ruins; for though broken quite
With its affliction, ’twas a flow’ret still,
And ask’d from me affection.’
The allotments of providence are as various as are our several
necessities. To one is granted wealth, to another talents, to a third
family; every man, however humble, finds himself the possessor of some
separate good the which has not been equally vouchsafed to all, and in
that particular good whatsoever it be is treasured his individual sum
of human happiness. It is a beautiful thing that this is so, for hence
a greater degree of comfort among men, as each is pleased with his own;
and to a thinking man it is fraught with deep and powerful truths, that
tell greatly both upon the understanding and the heart. In it is seen
the kind plan of an ever present, ever watchful Deity, studious for our
comforts; and the mind is at once fired with a nobler energy, and the
heart is quickened with newer faith to works of obedience, and taught
to look with renewed confidence and an unclouded eye through sorrows
here, and rest on that star of hope beyond the grave.
Among the blessings of providence, there is none which exceeds the
rich love of a sister. He who has been blessed with such, whether he
knows it or not, has ever had near him a fountain of sweet thoughts
and gentle sympathies, that could have made the darkest day cheerful.
Especially has he been blessed, if circumstances have contrived to
break him from all other ties of consanguinity, and in joys and
sorrows he has witnessed the development of those beautiful principles
which enter so largely into the composition of her character, for the
development of those principles must have been attended by such love
and considerateness on her part, as only served to make them more
beautiful, and bring them nearer the attributes of angels.
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