THE CHRISTIAN. VER the emblem of Thy body broken, Over the symbol of Thy blood once shed, I pledge allegiance, and renew the token Of love to Thee, my ever-living Head; But, ah! how cold and feeble that of mine, Compared, O Saviour, with that love of Thine! A love divine, eternal, overflowing A love impartial, free, and unconfined, Unmerited, and no mutation knowing, Longing to bless the whole of human kind; In these memorials, with the eye of faith, Seen are its triumphs even unto death. But, O my soul, in humble exultation, Thrice blessed boon, all estimate transcending- All glory, homage, gratitude sincere: Hence having in Thy tabernacle holy Again avouched Thee as my all in all, Let me abjure a world of sin and folly, That ne'er it may again my soul enthral: Teach me, O Lord, and guide where'er I roam, Till safe in joy I reach my promised home. TO MY DOG NAILER. AN this heart forget thee? never! Dear to me thy freaks and rambles- Ever faithful and devoted- The trust which once to thee allotted, Who in violence dares to venture Thy growling interdict to enter Compared with thine, alas, how shaded All our loves and social ties, How fragile, easily invaded, Even by the breath that flies. Would thy example could we follow, What faithless vows, or friendships hollow, Can this heart forget thee? never! Yes: I love thee, and will ever, THE FREE KIRK. "He is the freeman whom the Truth makes free." Cowper. HROUGH Caledonia's wide domain A holy war's begun again, Then let ilk honest son maintain His father's cause, And Knox's banner never stain While breath he draws; But wield the Gospel sword on high, Whase zeal and worth nane can deny, Though earth and hell may her assail, Shot by her Gospel guns, the wail In spite o' a' opposing clamours, There Bishop Ch and Pope C-mers, Whase zeal, and wit, and classic grammars, And schemes, and quirks, And heavy pithy logic hammers, Can douce the Kirks. But hear what T- -e has to say, They're ever sure to win the day, That spirit-stirring son o' thunder, How zealous Ge gaurs us wonder, Whase red-hot bolts waud rive asunder, He mines ilk legal Zion under Fient ane he'll pass. Till down they tumble a' in heaps, Stock, lock, and barrel, Thus deals he, in his rev'rend pleasure, Was proved, and hence she made a seizure And thus invaded Christ's dominion- Sa that His throne nae mair He's O fie! O shame! On sic revolting usurpation He heaps his blasting imprecation, Which a' can tell, And shows, in learned disputation, seen They sprang frae hell. in |