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A song of grateful praise is due
And thy unchanging love to me !
Though foes with deadly weapons strove
From Thee, the Rock of heavenly rest.
And inward lusts, like tempests, roar'd,
Yet thy Almighty hand has wrough
Love warms my heart, and I must sing; A sweet constraining power I feel
To praise thee, O my God, and King!
THE SOUL HAS A LANGUAGE.
BY MRS. MOODIE.
THE Soul has a language the lips cannot learn;
Emotions and feelings no words can im
The spirit within us may tremble and burn,
But who shall unfold the deep thoughts of the heart?
The waves of that torrent still restlessly
Though all from without may be silent
No waters oblivious give peace to the soul; From eternity's ocean its fountains are fed.
It has visions of glory the eye cannot reach,
The pencil embody-the poet define; Perceptions of beauty that art cannot
Aspirations for Heaven that prove it
An angel degraded, and fall'n from its sphere,
In silence it droops in its prison of clay; The immortal can meet with no sympathy here,
Till death rends the veil from the tem
It is well for the pilgrim-though man's clouded gaze
Discerns not the thoughts in his bosom
That the Father of spirits the curtain can
And read at a glance all the thoughts
THE BANQUET IN THE
BY G. R. CARTER.
THEY left the sunny citron-trees,
Which crown'd their native hills;
But faint with wand'ring on the road,
But Thou, whose voice controll'd the wave,
And bade the tempest cease,
With food supplied the multitude,
And led them forth in peace :
Thy presence chang'd the desert scene,
Thus, when the clouds of care and gloom
When dimly gleams the spectral tomb,
With light deriv'd from realms afar,
UNDER THE GOSPEL
THERE is no country in the world where
the influence of woman is not felt! in those lands where the natives sit in "darkness, and the shadow of death"— where she is degraded and despised-she tempers the austerity of her partner by her cheerfulness; and her society, however undervalued, comprises still the charm of that which civilized nations call "Home."