Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

Rest if you must, but never quit.