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OH ! what is life 7 'Tis like a flower
That blossoms—and is gone :
It flourishes its little hour,
With all its beauty on :-
Death comes—and like a wintry day,
It cuts the lovely flower away.
Oh! what is life?—'Tis like the bow
That glistens in the sky:
We love to see its colors glow—
But while we look they die;
Life fails as soon; to-day 'tis here—
To-morrow it may disappear.
Lord, what is life 7—If spent with thee,
In humble praise and prayer,
How long or short our life may be,
We feel no anxious care:
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When life and all its joys are past.
WHEN on the giddy cliff I stand, I see the billows roar,
And, breaking on the coral strand, Whiten with foam the shore.
But 'tis in vain they strive to break
Beyond the bounds decreed;
“No farther come,” let God but speak,
No farther they proceed.
Though furiously their heads they rear, And mingle sea and skies,
They smooth as polished glass appear, If “Peace, be still,” he cries.
Shall winds and waves their God obey, And I refuse to hear?
Shall he that bounds the flowing sea, Not bind me with his fear?
O Thou who rulest seas and skies, Uorruption's flood control;
Nor let the waves of passion rise Within my troubled soul.
Then I, within thy sacred mound,
Shall, in obedience blest,
Calm, gently flowing, kiss the bound,
And wait etcrual rest.
HUEs of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible
Around his path are taught to swell;-
Thou rustling breeze so sresh and gay,
That danced forth at opening day,
And brushing by with joyous wing,
Wakenest each little leaf to sing;-
Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,
By which deep grove and tangled stream
Pay, for soft rains in season given,
Their tribute to the genial heaven;–
Why waste your treasures of delight
Upon our thankless, joyless sight;
Who day by day to sin awake,
Seldom of heaven, and you partake?
Oh! timely happy, timely wise,
Hearts that with rising morn arises
Eves that the beam celestial view,
which evermore makes all things new
New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to lift, and power, and thought.
New mercies each returning day,
Hover around us while wenrav
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasure, still of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be,
As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.
As for some dear familiar strain
Untired we ask, and ask again,
Ever, in its melodious store,
Finding a spell unheard before;
Such is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have sworn, and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all t” espy
Their God, in all themselves deny.
O could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would around us rise :
How would our hearts with wisdom talk
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk |
We need not bid for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:
The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.
CANst thou by searching find out God,
The Almighty to perfection trace?
And pierce the clouds whose darkness shrouds
The brightness of Jehovah's face
Proud, daring man, this thought of thine Proves thee the dupe of Satan's art:
The vain attempt must bring contempt On thy rebellious head and heart.
First try the things thy senses reach,
Their nature, power, and essence tell;
If here thou fall, canst thou prevail
To find out the Unsearchable 7
Go count the stars and call their names,
Sweep with the comet through the sky;
Fix thy bold gaze on the sun's blaze,
With an undazzled, tearless eye.
Go sleep upon the thunder-cloud,
Grasp the forked lightning in thy hand;
Proceed to find whence comes the wind,
And trace its path o'er sea and land.
Go and unbend the rainbow’s arch,
Untwist its robes of various hues;
Then view the source, and trace the course,
Of rain, hail, vapors, and the dews.
Go view the everlasting snows
Moistening the axles of the poles;
Then boldly probe straight through the globe,
And span the line on which it rolls.
Should thy mind shrink from such attempts,
View the least work of Deity;
The blades of grass thy skill surpass,
And thou art baffled by a fly.
If every work of God is full
Of mysteries we can never scan,
His word 'tis plain, must then contain
Wonders above the powers of man.
Before the great Unsearchable
With lowliness and love I’ll bend;
And gladly trace in Jesus face
My Goi, my Savior, and my Friend.
I no remember, and will ne'er forget,
The dying eye –That eye alone was bright,
And brighter grew, as nearer death approached :
As I have seen the gentle little flower
Look faires' in the silver beam which fell,
Reflected from the thunder cloud that soon
Came down, and o'er the desert scattered far
And wide its loveliness. She made a sign
T} bring her babe—’twas brought and by her placed;
She looked upon its face that neither smiled
Nor wept, nor knew who gazed upon it; and laid
Her hand upon its little breast, and sought
For it, with look that seened to penetrate
The heavens, unutterable blessings, such
As God to dying parents only granted,
For infants left behind them in the world.
“God keep my child :'' we heard her say, and heard
No more. The Angel of the Covenant
Was come, and faithful to his promise stood
Prepared to walk with her through death's dark vale.
And now her eyes grew bright, and brighter still,
Too bright for ours to look upon, suffused
With many tears; and closed without a cloud
They set as sets the morning star, which goes
Not down behind the darkened west, nor hides
Obscured among the tempests of the sky,
But melts away into the light of heaven.
BLESSED BE THY NAME FOR EVER.
BLEssed be thy name for ever,
Thou of life the guard and giver:
Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping;
Heal the heart long broke with weeping.
God of stillness and of motion,
Of the desert and the ocean,
Cf the mountain, rock, and river,
Blessed be thy name for ever.
Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest,
Blessed are they thou kindly keepest;
God of evening's parting ray,
Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day,
That rises from the azure sea,
Like breathings of eternity;
God of life that fade shall never,
Blessed be thy name for ever !
COMMITTING OUR WAYS UNTO THE LORD.
Cox(Mit thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who heaven and earth commands :
Who points the clouds their course, Whom winds and seas obey,
He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way.
Put thou thy trust in God,
In duty's path go on;
Fix on his word thy steadfast eye,
So shall thy work be done :
No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care:
To him commend thy cause, his ear
Attends the softest prayer.
Give to the winds thy tears,
Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way:
Wait thou his time—thv darkest night
RETURN, thon wished and welcome guest;
Thou day of holiness and rest!
Thou best, the dearest of the seven,
Emblem and harbinger of heaven
THE seas are quiet when the winds are o’er So calm are we when passions are no more! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things so certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from her younger eyes,
Conceals that emptiness which age descries:
The soul’s dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home;
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Is there a time when moments flow,
More peacefully than all beside 1
It is of all the times below,
A sabbath eve in summer tide.
O then the setting sun smiles fair,
And all below, and all above
The different forms of nature wear
One universal garb of love.
And then the peace that Jesus beams,
The life of grace, the death of sin,
With nature's placid woods and streams,
Is peace without, and peace within.
Delightful scene a world at rest,
A God all love, no grief nor fear;
A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast,
A smile unsullied by a tear.
If heaven be ever felt below,
A scene so heavenly sure as this
May cause a heart on earth to know
Some foretaste of celestial bliss.
Delightful hour ! how soon will night
Spread her dark inantle o'er thy reign;
And morrow’s quick returning light
Must call us to the world again.
Yet will there dawn at last a day,
A sun that never sets shall rise;
Night will not veil his ceaseless ray
The heavenly sabbath never dies'
IS THERE AN UN BELIEVER r
Is there an unbeliever ?
One man who walks the earth,
And madly doubts that Providence
Watched o'er him at his birth 7
He robs mankind for ever
Of hopes beyond the tomb;
What gives he as a recompense
And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine. Or though the tempest's fiery breath
The brute’s unhallowed doom. Roused from sleep to wreck and death!
In manhood’s loftiest hour,
In health, and strength, and pride |
Oh! lead his steps through valleys green, -
Where rills mid cowslips glide:
Climb nature’s granite tower,
Where man hath rarely trod:
* And will he then, in such a scene,
Deny there is a God 7
In ocean cave still safe with thee,
The germe of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
- Mrs. Willano.
Yes—the proud heart will ever Prompt the false tongue's reply
| O’ER the desert, vast and dreary, An Omnipresent Providence
Hagar’s fainting footsteps passed; While her soul of life, nigh weary,
Shrank beneath the burning blast. As her mournful journey wending,
Through that vale of death she strayed, For the child her steps attending,
Stili madly he'll deny. But see the unbeliever
Sinking in death's decay; And hear the cry of penitence –
| | HAGAR IN THE DESERT. |