Resembles life what once was held of light, Is very life, my consciousness, unbounded? COLERIDGE. PART X. Life, Religion, and Death's Mystery. WHAT IS LIFE? WHAT is life? 'Tis a beautiful shell Thrown up by eternity's flow On time's bank of quicksands to dwell, MY AIM. I LIVE for those who love me, For the cause that needs assistance, THOMAS GUTHRIE. THE BRIDGE OF LIFE. ACROSS the rapid stream of seventy years From "dust thou art" the arch begins to rise, Seen by youth's magic light upon that arch, 'T was fabled that beneath the rainbow's foot And many wasted in the vain pursuit The golden years that would have made them rich. So where life's arch of many colors leads, A sunlit stream upon its bosom takes The inverted shadow of a bridge on high, So 't is with life; the things that do appear From viewless things that changelessly abide. The real is but the half of life; it needs All things of use are bridges that conduct To things of faith, which give them truest worth; And Christ's own parables do us instruct That heaven is but a counterpart of earth. The pier that rests upon this shore's the same Oh! dark were life without heaven's sun to show Then let us, passing o'er life's fragile arch, |