In the fierce fire of wrath shall melt and die!

Only "a little while!" would we but ponder
These three brief words, their length and breadth and
height
A solemn sign to each, a ray of wonder
From the Unseen, to light the spirit's night.

"A little while"--past, present, future blending
Shall be a tale soon told, and pass'd for aye;
Then the eternal life, that cannot die--unending,
Undying woe, or Heaven's own dazzling day.



LIFE'S PATHWAY.


We walk among labyrinths of wonder, but tread the mazes with
a club;
We sail in chartless seas, but behold! the Pole-star is above
us--TUPPER.

Life is a pathway, stretched from morn till eve,
O'er which, through shade and sunshine, we must go
And, whether bright or dark this life we live,
Its end must bring us unto joy or woe;
Joy, that no mortal's holiest dreams can know,
Or dread, unending; fearful depths of woe!