THE FAMILY IN HEAVEN AND EARTH.

'Tis but one family!—the sound is balm,

A seraph-whisper to the wounded heart;

It lulls the storm of sorrow to a calm,

And draws the venom from the avenger's dart.

'Tis but one family!-the accents come

Like light from heaven, to break the night of wo, The banner cry, to call the spirit home, The shout of victory o'er a fallen foe.

Death cannot separate-is memory dead?

Has thought, too, vanish'd? and has love grown chill? Has every relic and memento fled?

And are the living only with us still?

No! in our hearts the lost we mourn remain,
Objects of love and ever fresh delight;
And fancy leads them in her fairy train

In half-seen transports past the mourner's sight
Yes! in ten thousand ways, or far or near,
The call'd by love, by meditation brought,
In heavenly visions yet they haunt us here,
The sad companions of our sweetest thought.

Death never separates the golden wires

That ever trembled to their names before, Will vibrate still, though every form expires,

And those we love we look upon no more.

No more indeed in sorrow and in pain,

But even memory's need ere long will cease For we shall join the lost of love again, In endless bands, and in eternal peace.

MISSIONARY HYMN.

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a balmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strewn,
The Heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,

Shall we to man benighted
The lamp of life deny?

Salvation! O, salvation.

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learn'd Messiah's name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss return to reign.

THE RAINBOW.

TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part,

I ask not proud philosophy

To teach me what thou art.

Still seem as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given,

For happy spirits to alight

Betwixt the earth and heaven.

Can all that optics teach unfold
Thy form to please me so,
As when I dream'd of gems and gold
Hid in thy radiant bow?

When science from creation's face

Enchantment's veil withdraws,

What lovely visions yield their place
To cold material laws!

And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams,
But words of the Most High,
Have told why first thy robe of beams
Was woven in the sky.

When o'er the green undeluged earth
Heaven's covenant thou didst shine,
How came the world's gray fathers forth
To watch thy sacred sign!

And when its yellow lustre smiled
O'er mountains yet untrod,
Each mother held aloft her child,
To bless the bow of God.

Methinks thy jubilee to keep,

The first made anthem rang,
On earth deliver'd from the deep,
And the first poet sang.

Nor ever shall the Muse's eye
Unraptured greet thy beam;
Theme of primeval prophecy,
Be still the poet's theme.

The earth to thee its incense yields,
The lark thy welcome sings,
When glittering in the freshen'd fields
The snowy mushroom springs.

How glorious is thy girdle cast
O'er mountain, tower, and town,

Or mirror'd in the ocean vast,
A thousand fathoms down.

As fresh in yon horizon dark,
As young thy beauties seem,
As when the eagle from the ark
First sported in thy beam.

For faithful to its sacred page,
Heaven still rebuilds thy span,

Nor lets the type grow pale with age,
That first spoke peace to man.

THE WORM.

TURN, turn thy hasty foot aside,
Nor crush that helpless worm :
The frame thy wayward looks deride
Required a God to form.

The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flow'd,

A portion of his boundless love
On that poor worm bestow'd.

The

sun, the

moon, the stars he made

To all his creatures free;

And spreads o'er earth the grassy blade

For worms as well as thee.