good and ill.
All that He sends is good, altho' our eye
For weeping scarce His rainbow can descry.
He is our Father, and His name is Love.
E'en when thy grief is greatest--look above!
Look up! look up! and thou shalt surely see
A Father's loving face down-bent to thee!

--_Deborah._

761

The more a man denies himself, the more he shall obtain from God.

--_Horace._

762

THE LOVE OF GOD.

The following beautiful lines were composed in 1779, by a distinguished
scholar--at the time partially insane.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were the whole earth of parchment made,
Were every single stick a quill,
Were every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God alone,
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor would the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from earth to sky.

763

Whoever devotes himself to the veneration of God, whatever road he may
choose, will come to God, and that the means to this, is, to avoid
hurting any living being.

Be true and thou shalt be free;
Truth belongs to thee, and thy success to the creator.

_From the Persian._
--_By David Shea and A. Troy._

764

Who comes to God an inch, through doubtings dim,
In blazing light God will
Advance a mile to him.

--_Sayings of Rabia._

765

A gold key is apt to open every door.

--_Massinger._

766

THE GOLDEN RULE.

If I should see
A brother languishing in sore distress,
And I should turn and leave him comfortless
When I might be
A messenger of hope and happiness--
How could I ask to have what I denied
In my own hour of bitterness supplied?

If I might share
A brother's load along the dusty way,
And I should turn and walk alone that day--
How could I dare,
When, in the evening watch, I knelt to pray
To ask for help to bear my pain and loss,
If I had heeded not my brother's cross?

And so I know
That day is lost wherein I fai