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Article TO THE CRAFT ON THE PARTING YEAR 1838. Page 1 of 2 →
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To The Craft On The Parting Year 1838.
TO THE CRAFT ON THE PARTING YEAR 1838 .
BY BROTHER J . P . SMITH . THE year hath passed—and on its wings The hopes , the bright imaginings ,
The vain resolves , that cheat us still , The varied deeds of good and ill That chequer fife , with all that can Of grief or joy pertain to man . Say , Brother , hath the parting year
Been stained by sorrow ' s bitter tear ? Or fortune ' s smile illumed the page Tum'd in thy mortal pilgrimage ? If grief hath left her deep scar there : Or blighted hope—or morbid
care-Search well thy heart ; will not one ray Be found to cheer thy toilsome way ? Will not the promise there enshrined Prove a firm staff' to rest thy mind ? To point a path through life ' s dull gloom ,
To light and bliss beyond the tomb ! If thou hast journey'd on the while In pleasure ' s round , ' neath fortune ' s smile : If thou hast mourn'd no broken tie , Hast shed no tear , hast breathed no sigh ,
Go—search thy heart with double care , Lest pride or hardness harbour there . For in prosperity ' tis found Too often like the mitill'd ground ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To The Craft On The Parting Year 1838.
TO THE CRAFT ON THE PARTING YEAR 1838 .
BY BROTHER J . P . SMITH . THE year hath passed—and on its wings The hopes , the bright imaginings ,
The vain resolves , that cheat us still , The varied deeds of good and ill That chequer fife , with all that can Of grief or joy pertain to man . Say , Brother , hath the parting year
Been stained by sorrow ' s bitter tear ? Or fortune ' s smile illumed the page Tum'd in thy mortal pilgrimage ? If grief hath left her deep scar there : Or blighted hope—or morbid
care-Search well thy heart ; will not one ray Be found to cheer thy toilsome way ? Will not the promise there enshrined Prove a firm staff' to rest thy mind ? To point a path through life ' s dull gloom ,
To light and bliss beyond the tomb ! If thou hast journey'd on the while In pleasure ' s round , ' neath fortune ' s smile : If thou hast mourn'd no broken tie , Hast shed no tear , hast breathed no sigh ,
Go—search thy heart with double care , Lest pride or hardness harbour there . For in prosperity ' tis found Too often like the mitill'd ground ,