Moods Determining Desires

 An unidentified writer points out how different moods affect our minds:

When I am tired and weary.
And nothing goes my way.
I thank the heavenly Father
For two nights to every day.

But when, once more, I'm rested.
And all the world looks bright,
I thank Him that He sends me
Two days to every night !

There's the pause before the battle,
There's the respite from the fray ;
And that is how I reckon
Two nights to every day.

When the sunset glow has faded,
In a little while 'tis light!
And that is how I reckon
Two days to every night.

And so 'tis due, believe me,
To the way we look at things,
Whether we sigh and falter
Or whether we soar on wings !

The Unknown God

 The Unknown God by George William Russell

Far up the dim twilight fluttered
Moth wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
Star after star they came.

The lights grew thicker unheeded,
For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.

Falling Of Angel Tears

   And David spake unto the Lord when he saw the angel that smote the people, and said: Lo! I have sinned and done wickedly. II Samuel, 24:17

How loving are the angels to men; for they rejoice over one sinner that repenteth. There she is in that garret where the stars look between the styles. She is dying fast; but she cries, "Lord, I repent! Have mercy upon me, I beseech Thee." Did the bells ring in the street? Did men rejoice? An no! But, stay! There was one standing at her bedside who noted well that tear, --an angel who had come down from heaven to watch over this stray sheep, and mark its return; and no sooner was her prayer uttered than he clapped his wings, and there was seen flying up to the pearly gates a spirit like a star. The heavenly guards came crowding to the gate, crying: "What news, O son of fire? Has she turned to Christ?" "'Tis even so," said he. And then they told it through the streets to other bright angels, and the bells of heaven rang marriage peals, for Magdalene was saved.  Rev. C. H. Spurgeon.

Oh, for the sacred energy which struck

The harp of Jesse's son; or for a spark

Of that celestial flame which touched the lips

Of blest Isaiah, when the seraphim

With living fire descended, and his soul

From sin's pollution purged!

Hannah More

Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee!

Sarah Flower Adams

Chorus from Kenya sings, "Nearer My God To Thee"