All, all was known; and now thy sorrows cease, And we, like her, have faith, without a cloud In rite, in ordinance, in praise, in prayer, Unto "his garment's border" we draw near; In each appointed way we yet may share The peace, the promise, to the heart how dear! His love is ever there to soothe our woe, And in this blessed fold our souls true peace shall know. MRS. RICHTER. 0 THE MEMORY OF THE JUST. EACE to the just man's memory-let it grow His calm benevolent features; let the light Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight The glorious record of his virtues write, And hold it up to man, and bid him claim A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame. ROGERS. THE GOOD MISSIONARY. 33E left his Christian friends and native strand, His heart was fraught with charity unfeigned; In want and weariness—yet ne'er complained! PRINGLE. JOHN THE BAPTIST, DECLARING HIS MATT. iii. POT clothed in purple or fine linen-stood Where nature's sternest scenery darkly frowned; With out-stretched hand, bare brow, and vocal eye, His voice, with sad solemnity of sound, More thrilling than the eagle's startling cry, "Repent! repent!" exclaimed, "Christ's kingdom draweth nigh!" BARTON. MARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST. H, blessed beyond all daughters af the earth! With love, and wonder, and submissive thought. Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying, That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills, MRS. HEMANS. IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL. HALL we be left forgotten in the dust, With disappointment, penury, and pain? No; Heaven's immortal springs shall yet arrive; And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign. BEATTIE. IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL. HIS spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark; Yet think not, sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine CAMPBELL. FIGURE OF MERCY WITH THE BIBLE. HIS Book, this holy Book, on every line On every leaf bedewed with drops of love POLLOK. THE BIBLE. ITHIN this awful volume lies SCOTT. THE BIBLE. HAT is the world!-A wildering maze, All broad, and winding, and aslope; All tempting with perfidious hope,— Millions of pilgrims throng those roads, One only path, that never bends, Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends Is there a Guide to show that path? Yet he who hath, and will not give MONTGOMERY. THE BIBLE. OST wondrous Book! bright candle of the Lord! By which the bark of man could navigate Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God, By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards, And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set Apart and consecrated to declare To earth the counsels of the Eternal One, This Book, this Holiest, this sublimest Book, Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire To man, this Book contained; defined the bounds Of vice and virtue, and of life and death; And what was shadow, what was substance, taught. Worth more than what else seemed of highest worth; |