The minutes haste, than gold more dear- All power He claims in earth and heaven Oh, press your suit from morn to even! Ask of your gods, ye gain but death's deep swoon— Ask of the God of gods, and He will grant your boon. Ye need a SHEPHERD-ruler, who shall own, And bold, though frowns of men and devils lower, Ye need a BAPTIST-who his staff shall rear, Ye need a PETER-not to awe the land Exalted high, to point to Adam's race, How deep the depths of sin-how strong a Saviour's grace. Plead! 'tis a boon of thousands! Lo! He stands Is not the bliss of heaven worth a prayer? Haste to His feet who frees the fetter'd soul, And bid these vine-spread hills the loud hosannas roll! THE ASOCA. "FRAGRANT JUST AFTER SUNSET AND BEFORE SUNRISE, WHEN ITS FLOWERS ARE FRESH WITH MORNING AND EVENING DEW." PILGRIM of life! if friends caress, If youth's gay flowers thy path be strewing, He yields his gifts without the wooing. Thy path of bliss may guide thee ever, And like that tree which hastes to shower Pilgrim of life! if grief's dim eve Friends who once fondly woo'd and won thee; Oh! hie thee, mourner! to the bower, Her chilly dews on tree and flower, And mark the sweetness thence up-springing. Meekly to bow the willing head, E'en when the heart is blighted-riven; To trust, to praise, when light is fled,— SONNET-ON A BIRTH. THE AUTHOR OF "PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY." AT length-a dreary length of many years God's favour hath shone forth! and bless'd thee well, O handmaid of the Lord!—for all thy tears, For all thy pray'rs, and hope, and faith, and fears— A childless wife alone can fully tell How sorely long withheld-her first-born boy! Render thou back the talent yielding ten. A being meant and made for endless heaven- |