Part 3

How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross; More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss. How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice; How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.

_EVEN-TIDE._

What ruddy splendor floods the molten west! The quiet hills with matchless brilliance burn Like richest jewels set in liquid gold, Fit diadem to crown the brow of day. Through tranquil fields in living glory lapped The river moves triumphant to the sea; Fair from the mellow distance, mist defined, Stand forth sedate, the town's own peaceful spires. Look up! thou weary one, be not cast down, For sweet the message of the even-tide.

_PRESS ON._

Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul! When, tempest-like, the conflict surges past; Though o'er thee seething waves of trouble roll, They cannot last.

Press on! nor faint, nor fail, whate'er betide; May each successive blow be bravely met, For hope shall cleave the closer to thy side And save thee yet.

Press on! Why shouldst thou falter? Forward, soul! What matter though the way is rough and wild? If thou canst keep thine eye upon the goal, Be reconciled.

Press on! the fierce assailant boldly faced Is half subdued, and he who will may climb; That life upon a good foundation based Has conquered Time.

Transcriber's Note

Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations in hyphenation have been standardized but all other spelling and punctuation remains unchanged.