hand in his,
    And bows his head upon it, he doth seem
    Gentle and kind, and docile as a child. 
    Repentance comes with kindness, goodness rears
    Its cross on Calvary’s height, inspiring hope
    Which triumphs over evil and its guilt. 
        O, how much changed! and all by simple words
    Spoken in love and kindness from the heart. 
    O, love and kindness! matchless power have ye
    To mould the human heart; where’er ye dwell
    There is no sorrow, but a living joy. 
    There is no man whom God hath placed on earth
    That hath not some humanity within,
    And is not moved with kindness joined with love. 
    The wildest savage, from whose firelit eye
    Flashes the lightning passions of his soul,
    Who stands, and feeling that he hath been wronged,
    That he hath trusted and been basely used,
    And that to him revenge were doubly sweet,
    Dares all the world to combat and to death,—­
    Even he hath dwelling in his inmost heart
    A chord that quick will vibrate to kind words. 
    Go unto such with kindness, not with wrath;
    Let your eye look love, and ’t will disarm him
    Of all the evil passions with which he
    Hath mailed his soul in terrible array. 
        Think not to tame the wild by brutal force. 
    As well attempt to stay devouring flames
    By heaping fagots on the blazing pile. 
    Go, do man good, and the deep-hidden spark
    Of true divinity concealed within
    Will brighten up, and thou shalt see its glow,
    And feel its cheering warmth.  O, we lose much
    By calling passion’s aid to vanquish wrong. 
    We should stand within love’s holy temple,
    And with persuasive kindness call men in,
    Rather than, leaving it, use other means,
    Unblest of God, and therefore weak and vain,
    To force them on before us into bliss. 
        There is a luxury in doing good
    Which none but by experience e’er can know. 
    He’s blest who doeth good.  Sleep comes to him
    On wings of sweetest peace; and angels meet
    In joyous convoys ever round his couch;
    They watch and guard, protect and pray for him. 
    All mothers bend the knee, and children too
    Clasp their fair hands and raise their undimmed eyes,
    As if to pierce the shadowy veil that hangs
    Between themselves and God-then pray that he
    Will bless with Heaven’s best gifts the friend of man.

A PLEA FOR THE FALLEN.

    Pity her, pity her!  Once she was fair,
    Once breathed she sweetly the innocent’s prayer;
    Parents stood by in pride o’er their daughter;
    Sin had not tempted, Vice had not caught her;
    Hoping and trusting, believing all true,
    Nothing but happiness rose to her view. 
    She, as were spoken words lovers might tell,
    Listened, confided, consented,