ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER.

ONE BY ONE.

ONE by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each,
Let no future dreams elate thee,

Learn thou first what these can
teach.

One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)

Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready too to let them go.

What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won
field,

Where thou wouldst only faint and
yield.

The look, the air, that frets thy sight,
May be a token, that below
The soul has closed in deadly fight
With some infernal fiery foe,
Whose glance would scorch thy smil-
ing grace,

And cast thee shuddering on thy face!

The fall thou darest to despise,

May be the angel's slackened hand
Has suffered it, that he may rise
And take a firmer, surer stand;

One by one thy griefs shall meet Or, trusting less to earthly things,

thee.

Do not fear an armèd band;
One will fade as others greet thee;
Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain,
God will help thee for to-morrow,
So each day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
When each gem is set with care.

Do not linger with regretting,

Or for passing hours despond; Nor, the daily toil forgetting,

Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.

JUDGE NOT.

JUDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see;

May henceforth learn to use his wings.

And judge none lost; but wait and

Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one | Human love is sweetest when it lead

We've not proud nor soaring wings; With the blue above, and the blue