until business had been taken from the quiet, plodding labor to the grasp of restless enterprise. Now it has so happened that we have no time for aught but business; no time to take a good meal, no time to sleep, no time for the pleasures of the world. Realizing the scope that is offered to financial ambition, we have only to live for the sake of business. Every man is alike. There are no lazy ones in America. Rich and poor, saint and sinner, legitimate effort and illegal effort,—all have one aim, and that is to be busy. Perhaps we do not so much want money; but money is the wages of the busy ones, and the impetus that makes room for another impetus is the prize of our high calling. Our grandchildren will write and read an interesting history; and it is quite to be feared, that, when they are asked what they will do with the past, they will say, "Like the past is the present. We are not through with it yet. The hopes and desires of business are perennial."
GOD'S LOVE AND MINE.
God's love is like a light-house tower,
My love is like the sea:
By day, by night, that faithful tower
Looks patient down on me.
By day the stately shaft looms high,
By night its strong lights burn,
To warn, to comfort, and to tell
The way that I should turn.
God's love is like a light-house tower,
My love is like the sea:
He strong, unshaken as the rock;
I chafing restlessly.
God's love and my love! Oh, how sweet
That such should be my joy!
God's love and mine are one to-day:
No longer doubts annoy.
By day or night he gazes on
My bitter, brackish sea;
Forever tends it with his grace,
Though smooth or rough it be.
So, singing at its base, it rolls
And leaps toward that tower,
That all my life illuminates,
And brightens every hour.
God's love is like a light-house tower,
My love is like the sea:
I, peevish, changeful, moaning much;
Steadfast, eternal, he.
