V.

Have you no words? Ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

eVI.

Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
Hear what the Lord has done for me.'

SONG TO INEZ.

When late I saw thy favourite child,
I thought my jealous heart would break

But when the unconscious infant smiled
I kissed it for its mother's sake.

I kissed it and repressed my sighs,
Its father in its face to see;
But then it had its mother's eyes
And they were all to love and me.

Cowper.

Fair one, adieu ! I must away;

Since thou art blessed, I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay,→→→

My heart again would soon be thine.

THE FUTURE.

Byron.

When coldness wraps the suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?

It cannot die, it cannot stay,

But leaves its darkened dust behind.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace

By steps each planet's heavenly way?
Or fill at once the realms of space,
A thing of eyes, that all survey?

Eternal, boundless, undecayed,

A thought unseen, but seeing all,
All, all in earth, or skies displayed,

Shall it survey, shall it recall:
Each fainter trace that memory holds
So darkly of departed years,
In one broad glance the soul beholds,
And all that was at once appears.

Before Creation peopled earth,

Its eye shall roll through chaos back;
And where the furthest heaven had birth,
The spirit trace its rising track.
And where the future mars or makes,

Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
While sun is quenched, or system breaks,
Fixed in its own eternity.

Above or love, hope, hate, or fear,
It lives all passionless and pure;
age shall fleet like earthly year;
Its years as moments shall endure.

An

Away, away, without a wing

O'er all, through all, its thoughts shall fly;

A nameless and eternal thing,

Forgetting what it was to die.

Byron.

YOU REMEMBER, ELLEN.

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
How meekly she blessed her humble lot,
When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,

And love was the light of their lowly cot.

Together they toiled through winds and rains,
Till William at length, in sadness said,
‹ We must seek our fortune on other plains ;'-
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.

They roamed a long and a weary way,

Nor much was "the maiden's heart at ease,
When now, at the close of one stormy day,

They see a proud castle among the trees.
'To night,' said the youth,' we'll shelter there,
The wind blows cold, the hour is late:'
So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
And the porter bowed as they passed the gate.

'Now welcome, lady!' exclaimed the youth,—

'This castle is thine, and these dark woods all !' She believed him wild, but his words were truth,

For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall! And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves

What William the stranger woo'd and wed; And the light of bliss, in these lonely groves, Is pure as it shone in the lonely shed.

Moore.

ON THE APPROACH OF DEATH.

Yes, 'twill be over soon. This sickly dream
Of life will vanish from my feverish brain;
And death my wearied spirit will redeem

From this wild region of unvaried pain.
Yon brook will glide as softly as before,-

Yon landscape smile,-yon golden harvest grow; Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar, When Henry's name is heard no more below. I sigh when all my youthful friends caress; They laugh in health, and future evils brave; Them shall a wife and smiling children bless, While I am mouldering in my silent grave. God of the just-Thou gavest the bitter cup; I bow to thy behest, and drink it up.

H. K. White.

THE CHRISTIAN

IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

O most delightful hour by man
Experienced here below,