O NEVER despair at the troubles of life,
All's right!
In the midst of anxiety, peril, and strife,
All's right!
The cheerful philosophy never was wrong
That ever puts this on the tip of my tongue,
And makes it my glory, my strength, and my song,
All's right!

The Pilot beside us is steering us still,
All's right!
The Champion above us is guarding from ill,
All's right!
Let others, who know neither Father nor Friend,
Go trembling and doubting in fear to the end:
For me, on this motto I gladly depend,

Even I myself cannot see my figure,
How can the lamp or the sail that reflects the lamp see it?
But I can clearly see the lamp and the sail.
Frozen and distant, I only circle in the darkness.

Have you committed all to God?
Then be assured He'll do the rest,
If He the sparrow's fall doth note,
He'll surely hover o'er thy nest.

He clothes the lily of the field
Each blade of grass receives His dew.
Think not, O thou of little faith,
He'll do much more, for me, for you?

Our times are in His blessed hands
Our food and raiment He'll supply;
He'll do abundantly and more,
If we but on His Word rely.

He'll give His angels charge o'er thee
To overshadow and protect.
He'll give His Spirit's grace and power

Thy body is no more thy house,
—It is become thy sepulchre.
I cannot any more arouse
—The spirit that did inhabit there.

The brain's asleep before its time.
—I would that thou hadst died outright,
And I had seen thee, in thy prime,
—Go half to darkness, half to light!

He who has lived in sunshine all day long,
His happy eyes
From too much light defending,
He cannot duly prize
One gleam of light at the day's ending.

Good Friday in my heart! Fear and affright!
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled,
My words the words that priest and soldier said,
My deed the spear to desecrate the dead.
And day, Thy death therein, is changed to night.

Then Easter in my heart sends up the sun.
My thoughts are Mary, when she turned to see.
My words are Peter, answering, “Lov'st thou Me?”
My deeds are all Thine own drawn close to Thee,
And night and day, since Thou dost rise, are one.

Good Friday in my heart! Fear and affright!
My thoughts are the Disciples when they fled,

Thou who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy,
Thou tenderest husband and thou dearest friend,
To thee this first, this last adieu I send!
At length the conqueror death asserts his right,
And will for ever veil me from thy sight;
He wooes me to him with a cheerful grace,
And not one terror clouds his meagre face;
He promises a lasting rest from pain,
And shews that all life's fleeting joys are vain;
Th' eternal scenes of heaven he sets in view,
And tells me that no other joys are true.

God of War, I have done my work, I have plowed the Seven Seas;
Now give me rest! For I 've need of rest, more than any of these.
Grim they be, and full of strength, ready to fight their kind,
But I have led them 'round the world—they have followed behind!

Built for battle, they fought their way when waves were black with storm,
They laughed at Neptune when he roared, their hearts with trust were warm,
For I, the shuttle that weaves the web of safety 'round the fleet,
Have done my work as it should be done, and now my task 's complete.

Broad expanse of shiny shirt-front,
Cuffs and collar white to match,
Overcoat with silken facing—
Just the rig to make a catch.

Pretty lady coming toward him;
He prepares to make a mash;
Meets a stumbling horse on crossing—
Mud flies o'er him with a splash!

Man who looked so sweet and gentle,
Like a little suckling lamb,
Now becomes a raving lion;
Girl goes by and hears him d—n.

Girl is shocked beyond expression—
Thinks his language simply vile;
Yet believes that she can save him—
Meets him next time with a smile.

When you go to get a drink,
Do you ever stop to think,
That dogs and cats, and squirrels, too,
Get just as thirsty, dear, as you?
They cannot turn a faucet,—so—
All parched and thirsty they must go.
Oh, did you ever stop to think,
They cannot ASK you for a drink?