Prayer. BY JAMES MONTGOMERY. PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, PRAYER. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, While angels in their songs rejoice, The saints, in prayer, appear as one, Nor prayer is made on earth alone: And Jesus, on the eternal throne, O Thou, by whom we come to God; 8 85 Lever Give Up. BY M. F. TUPPER. NEVER give up! it is wiser and better The watchword of life must be, Never give up! Never give up! there are chances and changes Helping the hopeful a hundred to one, And through the chaos, High Wisdom arranges Never give up!—though the grape-shot may rattle, Stand like a rock,-and the storm or the battle Little shall harm you, though doing their worst; Never give up!—if adversity presses, Providence wisely has mingled the cup, And the best counsel, in all your distresses, Is the stout watchword of Never give up! A Name. BY L. H. SIGOURNEY. MAKE to thyself a náme, Not with a breath of clay, The tyrant on his throne, Make to thyself a name,— Not such as wealth can weave, 88 THE OLD ARM CHAIR. Whose warp is but a thread of gold, That dazzles to deceive; Nor with the tints of love Form out its letters fair, That scroll within thy hand shall fade Make to thyself a name, Not in the sculptured aisle: The Old Arm Chair. BY E. COOK. I LOVE it, I love it; and who shall dare |