FOR AN ALBUM.

The industrious bee, from many a varied blossom,
Amasses treasure of unmingled sweetness;
Alike subservient to her chemic power

The cherished flowret and the slighted weed.
And, reader, thou, though haply not possessing
Her quick perception of incipient good,
Or magic process of amalgamation,

Mayst gather from this miscellaneous volume
Some harmless pleasure, may be, something more;
For, doubtless, here reposeth many a flower
Of purest fragrance and unfading bloom.

But if, unluckily, thou shouldst discover
Some little inoffensive weed like this,
Let it not kindle thy severe displeasure ;—
Remember, rather, what experience teaches-
That he who cultivates on all occasions

A disposition to be pleased and please,

Is much the happiest and the wisest man.

WOMAN.

Our ancestor Adam, in Eden's fair bowers,
With apathy gazed at the fruits and the flowers;
Surrounded with blessings, no pleasure was there-
He sighed for a bosom those blessings to share;
And the charms of creation were deemed little worth,
"Till woman was sent to imparadise earth.

She came, in the splendour of grace and of beauty,
His breast to illume with the radiance of love;
She came, in the meekness of kindness and duty,
His joys to redouble-his pains to remove :
And he felt, what her presence alone can impart—
The sunshine of happiness warm at his heart.

CONTRA.

Our grandfather Adam, in Eden's fair bowers, Beheld with such pleasure the fruits and the flowers, "Twas seen he would soon be too fond of his berthSo a partner was sent him to wean him from earth.

LINES,

Written, extempore, for a child who asked for an

Squirrel."

Forced early from his native shade,
And doomed a slave to be,

Here Bun reposes !-death has made
The little prisoner free.

Subjected, from his earliest date,
To every varying whim—

And far from parents, friends, and mate-
Few charms had life for him.

Ye youthful readers, treat not with neglect
This slight memorial-but sometimes reflect,
Ere from its home a nestling you remove,
What you would suffer, torn from all you love.

STANZAS.

Go, take the morning's wings, and speed thy flight Beyond the reach of thought--lo! He is there; Go, wrap thyself in darkness--tenfold night

Will prove no covering--He is every where : In everlasting blessedness remaining,

Diffused through all things, and all things sustaining.

HE who, in yonder azure deep of air,

Bade worlds on worlds in dazzling splendour roll; The abode of myriads, questionless, who share The love unbounded of the ALL-MOVING SOUL, Whose bounty stills the infant raven's calls-By whom unheeded not a sparrow falls.

His eye is on thee! His, by whom was given
The glorious mission of redeeming love,
By Jordan's waters, when, from opening heaven,
On glowing pinion, came the mystic dove.
His eye is on thee! which alike pervades
Virtue's pure path, and guilt's polluted shades.

And they--the dwellers in those blessed places, The heavenly mansions--whether near or far From us their station in the expanse of space is-With cloudless vision view us as we are:

Man's darkest deed and thought, illumined,
In broad exposure to angelic eyes.

lies

And had not power divine for ever barred,
To sorrow's entrance, their abode sublime,
How oft must earth celestial peace have marred,
And angel bosoms ached for human crime;
How often groveling man's insane career,
From eyes seraphic drawn the burning tear.

But though divinely shielded from the intrusion
Of sin's unfailing fruit and follower, wo—
When the transgressor wakes from guilt's delusion,
Augmented bliss superior spirits know:

By Truth's own lips has been the assurance given,
O'er such repentant there is joy in heaven.

Then raise thy head in hope, thou broken-hearted-Tossed with tempests, and dismayed with fears;

Angels, and spirits of the just departed,

With love and pity witness all thy tears. Thy sighs ascend before the eternal throne, And all the conflicts of thy soul are known.