THE CLOISTER. THOUGHT never knew material bound or place, Nor footsteps may the roving fancy trace: Peace cannot learn beneath a roof to house, Nor cloister hold us safe within our vows. The cloistered heart may brave the common air, And the world's children breathe the holiest prayer: Build for us, Lord, and in thy temple reign! Watch with us, Lord, our watchman wakes in vain! THE WORTH OF HOURS. BELIEVE not that your inner eye For every man's weak self, alas ! But if in earnest care you would Those surely are not fairly spent, And more, --though free from seeming harm, You rest from toil of mind or arm, Or slow retire from Pleasure's charm, The Worth of Hours. If then a painful sense comes on Of something from your being's chain Upon your heart this truth may rise, — So should we live, that every hour That every thought and every deed Esteeming sorrow, whose employ 185 THE INGRATITUDE OF THE HAPPY. SOME murmur when their sky is clear, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue. One ray of God's good mercy, gild In palaces are hearts that ask, (Love that not ever seems to tire) WERE THIS WORLD ONLY MADE FOR ME! UNTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and danced, and talked, and sung; But when the hour of trial came, |