It' were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, "And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee up, He covered up his face, and bowed himself Hymn of Nature.-W. O. B. PEABODY. GoD of the earth's extended plains! Where man might commune with the sky: The tall cliff challenges the storm That lowers upon the vale below, God of the dark and heavy deep! The waves lie sleeping on the sands, Till the fierce trumpet of the storm Hath summoned up their thundering bands; Then the white sails are dashed like foam, God of the forest's solemn shade! But more majestic far they stand, When, side by side, their ranks they form, To wave on high their plumes of green, And fight their battles with the storm. God of the light and viewless air! Where summer breezes sweetly flow, Or, gathering in their angry might, The fierce and wintry tempests blow; All-from the evening's plaintive sigh, That hardly lifts the drooping flower, To the wild whirlwind's midnight cryBreathe forth the language of thy power. God of the fair and open sky! How gloriously above us springs God of the rolling orbs above! Thy name is written clearly bright And every spark that walks alone God of the world! the hour must come, The Garden of Gethsemane.-J. PIERPONT. O'ER Kedron's stream, and Salem's height, Moves the majestic queen of night, And throws from heaven her silver light, All but the children of distress, Whom sleep, though prayed for, will not bless;-- To breathe the cool, calm air. For those who shun the glare of day, That meets them, on their lonely way, 'Tis a religious hour;-for he, O, Holy Father, when the light May hope in Christ grow strong and bright, In trust and prayer like him. Trust in God.—PERCIVAL. THOU art, O Lord, my only trust, When earth has nothing to bestow, And every flower is dead below, I look to thee alone. Thou wilt not leave, in doubt and fear, The bosom friend may sleep below And we may feel the bitter dart, 'Tis thou, O Lord, who shield'st my head, And, O, may soon that time arrive, Heaven.-CHRISTIAN EXAMINER. THE earth, all light and loveliness, in summer's golden hours, Smiles, in her bridal vesture clad, and crowned with festal flowers, So radiantly beautiful, so like to heaven above, We scarce can deem more fair that world of perfect bliss and love. Is this a shadow, faint and dim, of that which is to come? What shall the unveiled glories be of our celestial home, Where waves the glorious tree of life, where streams of bliss gush free, And all is glowing in the light of immortality! To see again the home of youth, when weary years have passed, Serenely bright, as when we turned and looked upon it last; Oh! this indeed is joy, though here we meet again to part Where every tear is wiped away, where partings come no more! When, on Devotion's seraph wings, the spirit soars above, A gleam of heaven's own light-though now its brightness scarce appears Through the dim shadows, which are spread around this vale of tears; But thine unclouded smile, O God, fills that all glorious place, Where we shall know as we are known, and see thee face to face! Geehale. An Indian Lament.-ANONYMOUS. THE blackbird is singing on Michigan's shore For he knows to his mate he, at pleasure, can hie, The sun looks as ruddy, and rises as bright, And reflects o'er our mountains as beamy a light, As it ever reflected, or ever expressed, When my skies were the bluest, my dreams were the best. The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night, And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track, |