Thoughts On The Commandments.

"Love your neighbor as yourself,"                 So the parson preaches;             That's one-half the Decalogue.                 So the Prayer-book teaches.             Half my duty I can do                 With but little labor,             For with all my heart and soul                 I do love my neighbor.             Mighty little credit, that,                 To my self-denial;             Not to love her, though, might be                 Something of a trial,             Why, the rosy light, that peeps                 Through the glass above her,             Lingers round her lips: you see                 E'en the sunbeams love her.             So to make my merit more,                 I'll go beyond the letter;             Love my neighbor as myself?                 Yes, and ten times better.             For she's sweeter than the breath                 Of the Spring, that passes             Through the fragrant, budding woods,                 O'er the meadow-grasses.             And I've preached the word I know,                 For it was my duty             To convert the stubborn heart                 Of the little beauty.             Once again success has crowned                 Missionary labor,             For her sweet eyes own that she                 Also loves her neighbor.