(Original.) THE SPRING. RICHARD HUIE, M.D. It was a spring, a trickling spring, The hedge-flowers cluster'd round the brink, And while they stoop'd its wave to drink, From summer's heat, and winter's frost; And thus the fount was never lost. Meet emblem of that faith divine, Which fills the contrite heart; And of those gifts which round it twine, And these aid faith's perennial flow. Faith raises hope this world above, And weaves the fragrant wreath which binds Thus with immortal youth endued, Heaven's gifts adorn the soul; While through the heart by grace renew'd, Faith's healing waters roll; A sparkling tide, with transport rife, ON THE DEATH OF A MOTHER. SIR EDWARD DENNY. "Said I not unto thee, that if thou wouldest believe thou should'st see the glory of God?" Friendship! however sweet thou art Thine hour of comfort now is past, And sympathy herself at last Will languish, faint, and die. Yet to one ever-listening ear Far less that ear will turn away Thus have I pray'd! while others slept, For one, whose bright and beauteous brow A crown of glory circles now, A blessed saint in light. Oh! 'twas a mother greatly loved, And ye who love your parents well— Ye, too, may fancy all I felt To watch the softening spirit melt To see her in her utmost need, From every doubt and shadow freed, Once when the Saviour's cross I named, Her own beloved lips proclaim'd Her fleeting soul forgiven; While many a heavenward look and prayer What resting-place is half so meet She pillow'd there her drooping head, I knew that she was blest. Ye praying souls, who long to lead For you who wait Jehovah's will, A treasury of mercy still Is richly stored above. The Lord of love is still the same His words though first they seem'd severe, More loving and more mild. Though distant from the heavenly way Plead on! and ye shall live to prove That God is power-that "God is love," And loves to answer prayer. |