HE WILL REST IN HIS LOVE. ZEPHANIAH. The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will joy over thee with singing. LOVE ENTERTAINING THE PRODIGAL. GEORGE HERBERT. Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning "A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here"Love said "You shall be he." "I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah! my dear, I can not look on thee." Love took my hand; and, smiling did reply, "Who made the eyes, but I ?" "Truth, Love, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.' "And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?" "My dear then I will serve." "You must sit down." savs Love," and taste my meat,' So I did sit and eat. URIEL. FROM THE LONDON LEADER The Seraph Uriel, as the records tell That angels write, from his allegiance fell ; And a great grief lay on him day by day; One day the ancient Gods that howl below But through the endless circle of the years Then Uriel answered: "He who made the night,— But comes from Him who made it, and is good As fruit in season, leaf in budding wood. But if in this drear world all hope were vain- He ended; and the ancient Gods below Ceased howling, when they saw the sweet, calm glow That wander'd over that good angel's face, Making a moonlight round them, till the grace That was in his brave bearing and mild speech Melted the hatred from the hearts of each; And they stood up, and thro' the streets of hell The sound of countless voices rose and fell, Praising the silent soul that dwells above, Singing, "We love Thee, Lord, for Thou art Love." Then the dark dungeon burst its grates and bars, But they must cease, where hearts love long and well, The whisper ceased; and every soul, forgiven By Love for Love's sweet sake, went up to heaven. Each stood before his throne-fair, glad and calm; And God sat in the midst, and heard the psalm Which joyful angels raised in chorus bland ; And Uriel sat like God, at God's right hand. DEATH OF ROUSSEAU. It is said, that a few hours previous to the death of ROUSSEAU, he requested one of his servants to carry him to a window, that he might behold for the last time the sun set, amidst the delightful scenery of France. [N. Y. Constellation. Gaze on, thou unbelieving one, "Twill crimson oft her tow'r and stream, No, infidel—thine hour is come, Ere yet another day, Hath issued from night's shadowy gloom, A lifeless wreck thou 'lt lay; And that high gifted soul of thine, 'Tis false-and wrong thy creed hath said! A soul to moulder with the dead: Thine was created there to live, When earth her myriads back shall give! In gorgeous tomb thy dust may lie, But who, to be like thee, would crave THE MESSIAH. ANONYMOUS. Not in the earthquake's rending force, Not in the strong wind's rushing course, Proclaiming over earth and seas, As God, his might and ire; He The still small voice-the hovering dove Proved him Messiah-Spoke him “Love !” LOVE OF THE SON OF GOD. MILTON. Regardless of the bliss wherein he sat Second to God, offered himself to die For man's offence. O unexampled love! Love no where to be found less than divine! Hail, Son of God, Savior of men! Thy name Shall be the copious matter of my song |