Their living charms my heart still numbers; for still thou'rt meeting As kind thou art; THE MISSION OF CHRIST UNIVERSAL. Он, yes! there is joy in sincerely believing, ceiving Such wealth as a Father alone can bestow. It was not to lay in the path of the blinded High walls, over which they must stumble and fall, That He came, all sublime and serene and highminded, And laid down his life And brought them all home to their rest in the fold. He is good, and the heart that serenely reposes And lays down its burthens to rest in his love, Will find that the door of salvation ne'er closes So long as one sinner continues to rove. He loves the young lambs, though afar they are straying, He seeks out the weary with tender concern; Oh hear His soft voice in the wilderness praying, "To the arms of your Saviour poor lost ones return!" MRS. S. C EDGARTON MAYO. - 1819-1848. THE GOSPEL'S PROMISES FOR ALL. POUR, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole. On, piercing Gospel, on! of every heart, Spread, mighty Gospel, spread thy soaring wings! A WALK IN A CHURCHYARD. We walked within the churchyard bounds, My little boy and I; He, laughing, running happy rounds "Nay, child, it is not well," I said, Among the graves to shout, 66 To laugh and play among the dead, A moment to my side he clung, A moment stilled his joyous tongue, Then quite forgetting the command, In life's exulting burst Of early glee, let go my hand, And now I did not check him more, I had grown wiser than before, E'en in that moment's space. She spread no funeral-pall above But the same azure vault of love As hung o'er all around. And white clouds o'er that spot would As freely as elsewhere; The sunshine on no other grass A richer hue might wear. And, formed from out that very mould The rook was wheeling overhead, Nor hastened to be gone; And God, I said, would never give Nor bid in childhood's heart to live If our one wisdom were to mourn, Oh, no! the glory earth puts on, The child's unchecked delight, pass Both witness to a triumph won, A triumph won o'er sin and death; PUPIL AND TUTOR. P. WHAT shall I do, lest life in silence pass? And never prompt the bray of noisy brass, Remember aye the ocean deeps are mute, Worth is the ocean; fame is but the bruit P. What shall I do to be forever known? P. This did full many who yet sleep unknown. T. Oh! never, never. Think'st thou perchance that they remain unknown By angel trumps in heaven their praise is blown, |