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AN ALPINE HYMN.

Awake, my soul not only passive praise
Thou owest not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy Awake,
Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn:
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale 1
O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink;
Companion of the Morning-star at dawn,
Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth
Who filled thy countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ?
And you, ye five wild torrents flercely glad
Who called you forth from night and utter death—
From dark and icy caverns called you forth,
Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks,
For ever shattered, and the same for ever &
Who gave you your invulnerable life,
Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy,
Unceasing thunder, and eternal foam 7
And who commanded (and the silence came)—
“Here let the billows stiff on, and have rest ?”—
Ye icy-falls 1 ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain :
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge |
Motionless torrents : silent cataracts :
Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven
Beneath the keen full moon 7 Who bade the Sun

Clothe you with rainbows 7 Who, with living flowers

Of loveliest hue, spread garlands at your feet 7
God Let the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer! and let the ice-plains echo God –
God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice'
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds !
And they too have a voice, you piles of snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God –
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost
Ye wild-goats sporting round the eagle's nest
Ys eagles, playmates of the mountain-storm 1
Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds !
Ye signs and wonders of the element
Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise!—

Once more, hoar Mount with thy sky-pointing peaks,

Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward glittering through the pure serene,
Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast.—
Thou too, again, stupendous Mountain thou
That, as I raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy base,
Slow-travelling, with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud,
To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise—
Rise like a cloud of incense, from the earth !
Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills—
Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven.
Great hierarch tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
UoleRIDGE.

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O Judge of the world! when arrayed in thy glory, Thy summons again shall be heard from on high;

When nature stands trembling and naked before thee, And waits on thy sentence to live or to die;

When the heavens shall fly fast from the sound of thy thus
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And the sun, in thy lightnings, grow langu'd and pale,
And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleare asunder,
In the hour of thy terrors let mercy prevail!
Heaka.

STANZAS.

I LookED unto God in the season of anguish,
When earth and its trifles could charm me no more;
When pain and affliction had caused me to languish,
And the dream of my youthful existence was o'er:
I looked unto Him who alone can deliver,
Whose arm of omnipotence never shall yiels
And I prayed that his grace might support me for ever,
My rock and my refuge, my sun and my shield.

How bitterly then did my conscience upbraid me;
For the least of my crimes I had nothing to plead.
But I thought of the promise which Jesus had made me,
And I cried unto him in the time of my need.
Yes; he whose entreaties so oft I’d neglected,
And met all his kind invitations with scorn;
The Savior and Prince whom I thus had rejected,
Was my only relief when I wandered forlorn.

Yet still—oh the baseness that reigns in my spirit—
I often forget thee my heavenly Friend,
And thankless for all which from thee I inherit,
Deny thee, and grieve thee,_ay times without end.
How oft when the worldling has dared me to trial,
Have I passed him in silence regardlessly by;
Was this like the courage, the boundless denial,
Which a sense of thy favor should ever supply?

O Father of mercies, assist me to cherish
The light of thy word in my innermost soul;
Without thine assistance I feel I must perish,
In the tempest of sin which I can not control:
But thou, who canst say to the foam crested ocean,
Thus far and no farther thy proud waves shall cont;
Thou only canst curb each unhallowed emotion,
And guide me in peace to my glorious home.
John Buchakao,

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 breat
And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame
From the void abyss by myriads came,
In the joy of youth as they darted away,
Through the widening waste of space to play,
Their silver voices in chorus rang,
And this was the song the bright ones sang:—

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* And see where the brighter day-beams pour, Not in the earthquake's rending force,
How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower: Not in the blasting fire;
And the morn and the eve, with their pomp of hues, Not in the strong wind’s rushing course,
Shift o'er the bright planets and shed their dews, Came He their soul's desire?
And 'twixt them both, o'er the teeming ground, Forerunners of his coming these,
With her shadowy cone, the night goes round. Proclaiming over earth and seas,
* Away, away In our blossoming bowers As God, his might and ire; -
In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours, . .." small *. ho lo,
In the seas and fountains that shine with morn, roved him Messiah—spoke him “Love!
See love is brooding, and life is born, Of life the way, of life the spring
And breathing myriads are breaking from night, Eternal, undefiled;
To rejoice, like us, in motion and light.” Redeemer, Prophet, Priest, and Aung—
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Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres Yet came le as a challd -
To weave the dance that measures the years', #. 4. j #. dio,
Glide on in the glory, and gladness, sent o o: l er o: ii. in Him,
To the farthest wall of the firmament, Sh e o y and the . h
The boundless visible smile of HiM, A ào. ..o. the tree, an
To the veil of whose brow our lamps are dim. nd scornful cried—“Can this be "... wo-
ANoNYMoUs. own.
CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. BEST WISHES.
FEAR was within the tossing ba.k, wo * ..o. No. read on,
When stormy winds grew loud, with o: ". ; o or lot;
And waves came rolling high and dark, o y days be well nigh gone
And the tall mast was bowed. T.o.o.o."
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And men stood breathless in their dread, Stranger! shall my best wishes be.
And baffled in their skill— Life i f - -
But One was there, who rose and said to is a sea 9 stormy pain; -
To the wild sea, “Be still !” Thou knowest it or thou soon wilt know :
> Thine be the faith that braves the main,
And the wind ceased—it ceased—that word When its most angry tempests blow:
Passed through the gloomy sky; Thine anchor cast within the veil;
The troubled billows knew their Lord, None ever knew that mooring fail.
And sank beneath his eye. Thine be the love, refined from sense,_
And slumber settled on the deep, That seeks its object in the skies,
And silence on the blast, Draws all its warmth and brightness thence.
As when the righteous falls asleep, Its comfort, confidence, and joys;
When death's fierce throes are past. And be thy best affections given,
Thou that didst rule the angry hour, To Him, who loved thee first, in heaven.
And tame the tempest's mood, Thine be the refuge, ever found
Oh! send thy Spirit forth in power, By them who seek in faith and prayer—
O'er our dark souls to brood' From all the trials that abound
- - - Throughout this wilderness of care
Too Milow. pride, The faithfulness of Him, whose love >
So speak to passion's raging tide, Storms can not quench, nor death remove.
Speak and stay,+Peace, be still. Thine be the meekness of the flower
MRs. HEMANs. That bows its head before the blast;
Increase in wisdom and in power;
Be lowliness around thee cast:
MESSIAH'S ADVENT - - -
- - - ----- Thy faith and love, like flames of fire
HE came not in his people’s day, Trembling, the higher they aspire.
- Of miracle and might, -
o When awe-struck nations owned their sway, And when thy Master calls thee, thine,
- And conquest crowned each fight;— Thine be th: crown of endless joy,
- When nature's self with wonder saw, Where heaven s eternal rivers shine
Her ancient power, her boasted law, Beneath a bright and cloudless sky.
* To seeble man give way— Those realms-how beautiful and fair,
- The elements of earth and heaven Stranger! a blissful meeting there !
ANoNYMoça,

For Israel stayed—for Judah riven:

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Who, clothed in poverty's disgrace,
Was given on earth no resting-place,
Save by his murderers’ hands.
The Son of God descend from Heaven
The Son of God to slaughter given
For man's offending race!
Oh! help us to conceive aright
The mysteries of that awful sight,
Gh ! help us, guardian grace!
When all the heavenly host around
Heard the tremendous fiat's sound,
That man was doomed to die;
Each on the other gazed in dread,
Each hung his sad angelic head,
And silence filled the sky.
Then, like the light, first-born above,
And launched o'er earth by holy love,
Stood forth the all-gracious Son;
Eager to pay the appointed price,
Offered HIMsFLF the sacrifice,
And man’s redemption won.

Shot through the vast ethereal space,
Flew the bright messenger of grace
At heaven’s appointed hour;
And o'er yon low Judean roof,
While human power stood far aloof,
Announced the Incarnate Power.
The Virgin hears, with holy awe,
The great fulfilment of the law,
Sprung from herself on earth;
And now the manifesting star
Calls wisdom from the east afar,
To hail the promised birth.
Ye nations, worship at the call!
Emmanuel comes, to rescue all
From death’s relentless doom:
Thou slumbering world, awake and see
Thy life and immortality
In yon poor manger's gloom '
Lay down your worthy offerings here;
The myrrh he loves is sorrow's tear,
O'er conscious guilt distilled;
His frankincense the grateful sigh
Of guilt redeemed from misery—
Thus be his temple filled !
“Peace and good-will” to earth he brings,
And heaven that hears, in transport sings?
Oh! turn to him alone,
Turk, Heathen, Jew till Heaven behold
One Shepherd, and one spotless fold
Surround Jehovah's throne.
Hodgson.

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

Soldier, go, but not to claim
Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasure,
Not to build a vaunting name,
Not to dwell in tents of pleasure.
Dream not that the way is smooth,
Hope not that the thorns are roses;
Turn no wishful eye of youth
Where the sunny beam reposes;–
Thou hast sterner work to do,
Hosts to cut thy passage through:
C'ose behind thee gulfs are burning—
Forward there is no returning.

Soldier, rest—but not for thee
Spreads the world her downy pillow;
On the rock thy couch must be,
While around thee chases the billow
Thine must be a watchful sleep,
Wearier than another's waking;
Such a charge as thou dost keep
Brooks no moment of forsaking.
Sleep, as on the battle-field,
Girded—grasping sword and shield
Those thou canst not name nor number,
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Soldier, rise—the war is done:
Lo! the hosts of hell are flying;
'Twas thy Lord the battle won;
Jesus vanquished them by dying.
Pass the stream—before thee lies
All the conquered land of glory
:Hark what songs of rapture rise,
These proclaim the victor’s story.
Soldier, lay thy weapons down,
Quit the sword, and take the crown?
Triumph all thy foes are banished,
Death is slain, and earth has vani-hed.
CHARLoTTE EII-AirPo.

A CHURCH-YARD SCENE.

How sweet and solemn, all alone,
With reverend step, from stone to stone,
In a small village church-yard lying,
O'er intervening flowers to move—-
And as we read the names unknown,
Of young and old, to judgment gone,
And hear, in the calm air above,
Time onward, softly flying,
To meditate, in Christian love,
Upon the dead and dying !
Across the silence seem to go
With dream-like motion, wavery, slow,
And shrouded in their folds of snow,
The friends we loved long, long ago!
Gliding across the sad retreat,
How beautiful their phantorn feet!
What tender.ess is in their eyes,
Turned where the poor survivor lies,
Mid monitory sanctities :
What years of vanished joy are fanned
From one uplifting of that hand
In its white stillness When the shade
Doth glimmeringly in sunshine fade
From our embrace, how dim appears
This world’s life, through a mist of tears!
Wain hopes Wild sorrows' Needless fears!
Such is the scene around me now :
A little church-yard, on the brow
Of a green pastoral hill:
Its sylvan village sleeps below,
And faintly, here, is heard the flow
Of Woodburn’s summer mill;
A place where all things mournful meet,
And, yet, the sweetest of the sweet –
The stillest of the still
With what a pensive beauty fall,
Across the mossy, mouldering wall
That rose-tree’s clustered arches: See
The robin-redbreast, warily,
Bright through the blossoms leaves his nest,
Sweet ingrate through the winter blest
At the firesides of men—but shy
Through all the sunny, summer hours,
He hides himself among the flowers
In his own wild festivity.
What lulling sound, and shadow cool,
Hangs half the darkened church-yard o'er,
From thy green depths, so beautiful,
Thou gorgeous sycamore!
Oft hath the lonely wine and bread,
Been blest beneath thy murmuring tent,
Where many a bright and hoary head,
Bowed at the awful sacrament.
Now all beneath the turf are laid,
On which they sat, and sang, and prayed
Alone that consecrated tree
Ascends the tapering spire, that seems
To lift the soul up silently
To heaven, with all its dreams!—
While in the belfry, deep and low,
From his heaved bosom’s purple gleams
The dove's continuous murmurs flow,
A dirge-like song, hals-bliss, half wo,-
The voice so lonely seems :

John wo

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