Become impassible as air, one great

And indestructible substance as the sea.

Let all on thrones and judgment-seats reflect

How dreadful Thy revenge through nations is

On those who wrong them; but do Thou grant, Lord!
That when wrongs are to be redressed, such may
Be done with mildness, speed, and firmness, not
With violence or hate, whereby one wrong
Translates another-both to Thee abhorrent.
The bells of time are ringing changes fast.
Grant, Lord! that each fresh peal may usher in
An era of advancement, that each change
Prove an effectual, lasting, happy gain.

Grant us, All-maintaining Sire !

That all the great mechanic aids to toil

Man's skill hath formed, found, rendered-whether used
In multiplying works of mind, or aught

To obviate the thousand wants of life-
May much avail to human welfare now
And in all ages henceforth and for ever.
Let their effect be, Lord! to lighten labour,
And give more room to mind, and leave the poor
Some time for self-improvement. Let them not
Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms
For bread, but have some space to think and feel
Like mortal and immortal creatures. God!
Have mercy on them till such time shall come;
Look Thou with pity on all lesser crimes,
Thrust on men almost when devoured by want,
Wretchedness, ignorance, and outcast life!
Have mercy on the rich, too, who pass by
The means they have at hand to fill their minds

With serviceable knowledge for themselves,

And fellows, and support not the good cause
Of the world's better future! Oh, reward

All such who do, with peace of heart and power
For greater good. Have mercy, Lord! on each
And all, for all men need it equally.

May peace, and industry, and commerce, weld
Into one land all nations of the world,
Rewedding those the Deluge once divorced.
Oh! may all help each other in good things,
Mentally, morally, and bodily.

Vouchsafe, kind God! Thy blessing to this isle,
Specially. May our country ever lead

The world, for she is worthiest ; and may all
Profit by her example, and adopt

Her course, wherever great, or free, or just.
May all her subject colonies and powers
Have of her freedom freely, as a child
Receiveth of its parents. Let not rights

Be wrested from us to our own reproach,

But granted. We may make the whole world free, And be as free ourselves as ever, more!

If policy or self-defence call forth

Our forces to the field, let us in Thee

Place, first, our trust, and in Thy name we shall
O'ercome, for we will only wage the right.

Let us not conquer nations for ourselves,
But for Thee, Lord! who hast predestined us
To fight the battles of the future now,

And so have done with war before Thou comest.
Till then, Lord God of armies, let our foes
Have their swords broken and their cannon burst,
And their strong cities levelled; and while we
War faithfully and righteously, improve,

R

Civilize, Christianize, the lands we win
From savage or from nature, Thou, O God!
Wilt aid and hallow conquest, as of old,
Thine own immediate nation's.

Settle in peace and swell the gathering hosts

Of the great Prince of Peace. Oh! may the hour
Soon come when all false gods, false creeds, false prophets,
Allowed in Thy good purpose for a time,

Demolished, the great world shall be at last
The mercy-seat of God, the heritage

Of Christ, and the possession of the Spirit,
The comforter, the wisdom! shall all be

One land, one home, one friend, one faith, one law,
Its ruler God, its practice righteousness,

Its life peace! For the one true faith we pray;
There is but one in Heaven, and there shall be
But one on earth, the same which is in Heaven.
Prophecy is more true than history.

Grant us our prayers, we pray, Lord! in the name
And for the sake of Thy Son Jesus Christ,
Our Saviour and Redeemer, who with Thee,
And with the Holy Spirit, reigneth God
Over all worlds, one blessed Trinity.

THE WINE CUP.

WELL might the thoughtful race of old
With ivy twine the head

Of him they hailed their god of winc-
Thank God! the lie is dead;

BAILEY.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay;

And spreads its dark deceitful pall
To hide what wastes away.

And wine will circle round the brain

As ivy o'er the brow,

Till what could once see far as stars
Is dark as Death's eye now.

Then dash the cup down! 'tis not worth

A soul's great sacrifice;

The wine will sink into the earth,

The soul, the soul-must rise.

BAILEY.

AUTUMN WOODS.

ERE, in the northern gale,

The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on.

The mountains that infold,

In their wide sweep, the coloured landscape round, Seem groups of giant kings in purple and gold, That guard the enchanted ground.

I roam the woods that crown

The upland, where the mingled splendours glow,
Where the gay company of trees look down
On the green fields below.

My steps are not alone

In these bright walks; the sweet south-west, at play, Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strown Along the winding way.

And far in heaven, the while,

The sun that sends the gale to wander here,
Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile-
The sweetest of the year.

O autumn! why so soon

Depart the hues that make thy forests glad;
Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon,
And leave thee wild and sad.

Ah, 'twere a lot too blest,

For ever in thy coloured shades to stray;
Amidst the kisses of the soft south-west
To rove and dream for aye;

And leave the vain low strife

That makes men mad, the tug for wealth and power, The passions and the cares that wither life,

And waste its little hour.

BRYANT.

SONG OF THE STARS.

WHEN the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,

And the empty realms of darkness and death

Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath;