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Such is he, and such his rise,
Tow'ring to the topmost skies,

Wond'rest thou that sudden storm

Mars so fair and proud a form?
Man is but a fading ray,
Shining but to pass away!

I have seen the infant rest,
Slumb'ring on its mother's breast:
I have mark'd the rippling sea,
'Neath the moon heave tranquilly :
Nature's sweet and fairy form

Rest, when ceas'd the rocking storm :
But the Christian's peaceful life

Knows not e'en the name of strife:
Calm he lives, and calm he dies,

Seeking rest in azure skies.

J. H. M.

NO. II.

I HAVE seen the bright rose, in its radiance

flinging

Its perfumes and beauty around the glad

earth,

When the breezes of spring in their calmness were bringing

The flowers they love in their first budding birth.

Ah! methought they seem'd fair, like young hope in its breathing;

But they, like our hopes, must, though bright too, decay;

Through the foliage the north wind that instant was wreathing

Its garland of death, and they faded away.

I have seen the proud tree of the hamlet [and bright;

and forest,

At morn spread its branches, luxuriant

At evening there came a dark storm from

the far west,

And light'ning had blasted the tree with its blight.

Ah! methought, it is so with the proudest of

men,

They live in their folly, the gay and the

high;

Nor care they for dark omen'd fate, until when

Their pride, or their highness, is summoned to die.

I have seen the proud bark, at the first break of morning,

Sail down in its beauty, majestic and free; Though the storm was stern, low'ring, its danger still scorning,

That bark was a wreck in the forenoon

at sea.

Ah! methought, such is man, when his hopes are all blasted,

Still sternly he moves against hope and

his fate,

[wasted,

"Till his frame is all withered, his energies

He drinks his last cup, but its bitters to

taste!

J. H. M.

THE ONE THING NEEDFUL.

TO MY FRIEND.

YOUTH hath its time, its day, and hour,

To live and to decay;

For our youth is like the flower

That buds, then fades away.

Youth is the time to treasure
The gold that moulders not;
For in that there is a pleasure
That will never be forgot.

Should age and want assail thee,
If thou hast sought that gold,
That treasure will not fail thee,
Its stores will then unfold.

For tho' thou may'st be lowly,
With none to care for thee;
There is One, and but One only,

Who will watch, my friend, o'er thee.

ON CANDOUR.

H. J. M.

THERE are two points with respect to opinions, equally certain, though they meet by no means with equal regard. The one, that every man ought to have an opinion of his own; the other, that every man ought

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