Soft whispering "It is I: be not afraid." And sometimes, mingling strangely joy with dread, Deep as that voice which on the awe-struck ear As brethren all on whom our glorious Sun, DE VERE THE STARS. "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handy work." - Psalm xix. 1. No cloud obscures the summer sky, Shines, like a gem of heaven, afar! Child of the earth! oh! lift thy glance Doth it not speak to every sense Seest thou not there the Almighty name, Inscribed in characters of flame? Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light, Behold them! Mark well each little star, whose rays Each, shining not for earth alone, Haply, those glorious beings know What then art thou, oh! child of clay! E'en as an insect on the breeze, E'en as a dew-drop, lost in seas! Yet fear thou not! the sovereign hand, Which spread the ocean and the land, And hung the rolling spheres in air, Be thou at peace! - the all-seeing eye, The searching glance which none may flee, ANGELIC MINISTRY. AND is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move? There is: - else much more wretched were the case Of highest God, that loves His creatures so, To serve to wicked man, to serve His wicked foe! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, O, why should heavenly God to men have such regard? GOD'S LOVE UNCHANGEABLE. EVERY human tie may perish; Friend to friend unfaithful prove; Mothers cease their own to cherish, Heaven and earth at last remove; But no changes Can avert the Father's love. In the furnace God may prove thee, Thence to bring thee forth more bright; But can never cease to love thee; Thou art precious in his sight: God is with thee, God, thine everlasting light. KELLEY. JUDGE GENTLY. OH, there has many a tear been shed, Then oh, with brotherly regard So from each tone of love his heart New hope, new strength, shall borrow. Nor turn, with cold and scornful eye, The seeds of good are every where; While many a tempted soul hath been THOU ART NOT LOST. THOU art not lost. - Thy spirit giveth I see thee yet, my griefs beguiling! Soft, o'er my slumbers art thou beaming, Thine eyelids seem not yet concealing |