Chapter 157

ENIGMA.408.

408.

’Tis found in our troubles, ’tis mixed with our pleasures,’Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures;“’Tis whispered in heaven, and ’tis muttered in hell,”And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell;In Paradise nestled, ’mid Eden’s fair flowers,It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers;’Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers;From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares.Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved;Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved.’Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean;Though in bustle forever, ’tis ne’er in commotion.’Tis wafted afar o’er the land in each breath;In the grave ’tis decaying—you’ll find it in death.It is floating away on the broad stream of time,Yet it findeth a place in eternity’s clime.In the legends of nations it holdeth a place;There’s no charm without it to the beautiful face.In thunder you’ll hear it, if closely you listen;In moonbeam and sunbeam forever ’twill glisten.In the dew-drop it sparkles; ’tis found in the forest;It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest.

’Tis found in our troubles, ’tis mixed with our pleasures,’Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures;“’Tis whispered in heaven, and ’tis muttered in hell,”And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell;In Paradise nestled, ’mid Eden’s fair flowers,It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers;’Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers;From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares.Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved;Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved.’Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean;Though in bustle forever, ’tis ne’er in commotion.’Tis wafted afar o’er the land in each breath;In the grave ’tis decaying—you’ll find it in death.It is floating away on the broad stream of time,Yet it findeth a place in eternity’s clime.In the legends of nations it holdeth a place;There’s no charm without it to the beautiful face.In thunder you’ll hear it, if closely you listen;In moonbeam and sunbeam forever ’twill glisten.In the dew-drop it sparkles; ’tis found in the forest;It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest.

’Tis found in our troubles, ’tis mixed with our pleasures,

’Tis laid up above with our heavenly treasures;

“’Tis whispered in heaven, and ’tis muttered in hell,”

And it findeth a place in each sybilline spell;

In Paradise nestled, ’mid Eden’s fair flowers,

It has sported with Eve in rose-perfumed bowers;

’Tis muttered in curses, yet breathed in our prayers;

From the path of our duty it tempts us in snares.

Deep, deep in our hearts you will find it engraved;

Though in misery sunk, yet from sin it is saved.

’Tis found in the stream that flows on to the ocean;

Though in bustle forever, ’tis ne’er in commotion.

’Tis wafted afar o’er the land in each breath;

In the grave ’tis decaying—you’ll find it in death.

It is floating away on the broad stream of time,

Yet it findeth a place in eternity’s clime.

In the legends of nations it holdeth a place;

There’s no charm without it to the beautiful face.

In thunder you’ll hear it, if closely you listen;

In moonbeam and sunbeam forever ’twill glisten.

In the dew-drop it sparkles; ’tis found in the forest;

It whispers in peace when our need is the sorest.

409. My first is a drink; my second is feminine; my third is the cry of an animal; and my whole is a city in Scripture.

410. Behead something irritating, and leave something soothing.

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