Thus holy, wrestling thus, and all for him! Seemed fittest, pleased him best. Sweet was the thought, But sweeter still the kind remembrance came, That she was flesh, and blood, formed for himself, The plighted partner of his future life. And as they met, embraced, and sat embowered And God approving, blessed the holy joy.-. Pollak TO MY MOTHER. And canst thou, Mother, for a moment think, Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink: TO A DYING CHRISTIAN. Parting soul! the flood awaits thee, Yet look on-the crystal city Stands on yon celestial shore ! There are crowns and thrones of glory, There the living waters glide, There the just in shining raiment, Linger not the stream is narrow, Soul adieu-this gloomy sojourn Sorrow done, and weeping o'er. Thro' the tears thy friends are shedding, Not a friend remains behind thee, Edmeston. PRAYER. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try: Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air; His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven by prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While Angels in their songs rejoice, The saints in prayer appear as one Nor prayer is made on earth alone, And Jesus on the eternal throne For sinners intercedes. O thou by whom we come to God, Lord teach us how to pray. Montgomery. THE MOTHER'S LAMENT. Pale and cold is the cheek that my kisses oft pressed, And quenched is the beam of that bright sparkling eye |