POCKET COMPANION. 59 Selections for AlbumsContinued. Our lives are songs. God writes the words ; We put them to music at pleasure,. And the strain grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure. Common as light, is love. "For, of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these " It might have been.11* Days of sunshine are given to all; But into each life some rain must fall, Some days be dark and dreary. "We know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air,. We only know we cannot drift Beyond his love and care. May you have A guardian angel o'er your life presiding, Doubling your pleasures, and your cares dividing. When, in the future, thinking of joys of life, Of the song, the dance, and merry-making, Have, in your fond remembrance of " Auld lang syne,1' one thought of her Who penned these lines. Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part; there all the honor lies. Ask why God made the gem so small, And why so huge the granite. Because God meant mankind should set The higher value on it. O, thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. It is content of heart gives nature power to please ; The mind that feels no smart enlivens all it sees. Man's love is like Scotch snuff, You take a pinch, and that's enough. Profit by this sage advice : When you fall in love, think twice. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them ; and the truth of truths is love.