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The Object Of A Life.
THE OBJECT OF A LIFE .
BY G . J . WHYTK MELVILLE . WE published last month some admirable verses of this able writer in
our widely-circulated contemporary , and we are anxious to call the attention of our readers to the following admirable lines , a sequel or appendix to the last , and especially deserving their attention and admiration .
To eat , drink , and be merry , because to-morrow we die ; The Master ' s talent to bury—a gift laid idly by ; To scrape with grim persistence the grains of a golden store ; To dig for a bare subsistence , that keeps the wolf from the door . But whether in purple and riches , we feed on the fat of the land , to the middle in
Or up ditches , live hard by labour of hand , To wrestle for ease and pelf , in a hunger of great and small , Where it ' s "Every man for himself , and God , if He will , for us all , " With greed that carries pollution of base and pitiful strife , Can this he the true solution , the end and aim of a life ? No . ^ Surely sparks celestial the seraphim share with us , By instincts coarse and bestial can never be stifled thus !
And surely Avithin the portals that bar their brighter sphere , They yearn for fellow immortals , though grovelling worm-like here . The helping hand to reach us , that guides with tender care , The loving lesson to teach us , of a holier future there ; To whisper how fair and ample , the field we husband below , tell of
To the great example , the Man of compassion and woe ; Of footprints left behind Him , in the earthly path He trod , And how the lowest may find Him , who straightly walk with God , Who bend their backs to labour , and bend their knees to pray In honest love for their neighbour , His one command obey ; Who freel
y bear for others , the burden sorrow hath laid , Accepting all for brothers , that need a brothers' aid-Rejoice in the gain resulting from every milestone passed , And travel the road , exulting , that brings them home at last . From " Temple Bar , " for December . All Freemasons will enter into the spirit of these wholesome lines ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Object Of A Life.
THE OBJECT OF A LIFE .
BY G . J . WHYTK MELVILLE . WE published last month some admirable verses of this able writer in
our widely-circulated contemporary , and we are anxious to call the attention of our readers to the following admirable lines , a sequel or appendix to the last , and especially deserving their attention and admiration .
To eat , drink , and be merry , because to-morrow we die ; The Master ' s talent to bury—a gift laid idly by ; To scrape with grim persistence the grains of a golden store ; To dig for a bare subsistence , that keeps the wolf from the door . But whether in purple and riches , we feed on the fat of the land , to the middle in
Or up ditches , live hard by labour of hand , To wrestle for ease and pelf , in a hunger of great and small , Where it ' s "Every man for himself , and God , if He will , for us all , " With greed that carries pollution of base and pitiful strife , Can this he the true solution , the end and aim of a life ? No . ^ Surely sparks celestial the seraphim share with us , By instincts coarse and bestial can never be stifled thus !
And surely Avithin the portals that bar their brighter sphere , They yearn for fellow immortals , though grovelling worm-like here . The helping hand to reach us , that guides with tender care , The loving lesson to teach us , of a holier future there ; To whisper how fair and ample , the field we husband below , tell of
To the great example , the Man of compassion and woe ; Of footprints left behind Him , in the earthly path He trod , And how the lowest may find Him , who straightly walk with God , Who bend their backs to labour , and bend their knees to pray In honest love for their neighbour , His one command obey ; Who freel
y bear for others , the burden sorrow hath laid , Accepting all for brothers , that need a brothers' aid-Rejoice in the gain resulting from every milestone passed , And travel the road , exulting , that brings them home at last . From " Temple Bar , " for December . All Freemasons will enter into the spirit of these wholesome lines ,