THE SEEN AND THE UNSEEN.

What to that for which we're waiting,

Is this glittering, earthly toy?
Heavenly glory, holy splendor,
Sum of grandeur, sum of joy!
Not the gems that Time can tarnish;
Not the hues that dim and die;
Not the glow that cheats the lover,
Shaded with mortality.
Heir of glory,

That shall be for thee and me!

Not the light that leaves us darker;
Not the gleams that come and go;
Not the mirth whose end is madness;
Not the joy whose fruit is woe;
Not the notes that die at sunset;
Not the fashion of a day;
But the everlasting beauty,
And the endless melody;
Heir of glory,

That shall be for thee and me!

City of the pearl-bright portal,
City of the jasper wall,

City of the golden pavement,
Seat of endless festival;
City of Jehovah, Salem!
City of Eternity!

To thy bridal halls of goodness,
From the prison would I flee!
Heir of glory,

That shall be for thee and me!

Ah! with such strange spells around me,

Fairest of what earth calls fair,

How I need thy fairer image

To undo the syren snare!

Lest the subtle serpent-tempter

Lure me with his radiant lie: As if sin were sin no longer, Life were no more vanity! Heir of glory,

What is that to thee and me?

Yes I need thee, heavenly city,
My low spirit to upbear;

Yes, I need thee; earth's enchantments
So beguile me with their glare.
Let me see thee, then these fetters
Break asunder: I am free!
Then this pomp no longer claims me,
Faith has won the victory!
Heir of glory,

That shall be for thee and me!

Soon, where earthly beauty blinds not,
Nor excess of brilliance palls,
Salem, City of the Holy,

We shall be within thy walls!

There beside yon crystal river,

There, beneath life's wondrous tree, There, with naught to cloud or sever, Ever with the Lamb to be!

Heir of glory,

That shall be for thee and me!

BONAR.

A TOKEN OF THE PAST.

"Mamma, why do you always put
So carefully away

The little silver cup that you
Were looking at to-day?

"It is not very beautiful,
Methinks, nor very fine;

It is not ornamented round
With pretty flowers like mine.

"And yet you gaze and gaze on it
With such a loving eye,

As if you thought a heap of gold
Could not the treasure buy."

"You're right my boy, that little cup
Is very dear to me,
For something fairer than itself
It always bids me see.

"Look at its slender handle-
Ah! often that hath been
Clasped round by dainty fingers,
The daintiest ever seen!

"And mark its brim-ay, kiss it, tooKiss it with loving grace,

For the sweetest lips that ever smiled
Have touched the self-same place.

"Full many a time, when that small hand, Would lift to those sweet lips

This cup, from which the crystal draught Was ta'en in dainty sips.

"Fond eyes would o'er it flash and smile

With such a witching glance,

The very memory of it yet

Doth all my soul entrance.

"The dear, dear love which lit that look

Can never wholly die;

It is a hymn begun on earth,

And finished in the sky.

"Its heavenly echoes reach me still;

They float from that far shore

Where beam the tender glances now,
That here are seen no more.

"Sometimes my soul, by care oppressed,
Can scarcely catch the strain;
But if I see this little cup,

It all comes back again.

"Then wonder not, my boy, I prize
This token of the past!

It will be dear-it must be dear-
While life and memory last."

A VOICE FROM HEAVEN.

I shine in the light of God,

His likeness stamps my brow;

Through the shadows of death my feet have trod,

And I reign in glory now ;
No breaking heart is here,
No keen and killing pain,

No wasted cheek with frequent tears
Have soiled and left their stain.

I have found the joys of heaven,
I am one of the angel band,
To my head a crown is given,
And a harp is in my hand.

I have learned the song they sing;
Whom Jesus hath made free,

And the glorious halls of heaven still ring
With my newborn minstrelsy.

No sin, no grief, no pain,

Safe in my happy home,

My fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
My hour of triumph come.

Friends of my mortal years!

The trusted and the true,

Ye are walking still in the vale of tears And I wait to welcome you!

Do not forget! Oh no!
For memory's golden chain

Shall bind my heart to the hearts below,
Till they meet and touch again.
Each link is strong and bright,

And love's electric chain

Flows freely down like a river of light, To the world from whence it came.

Do you mourn when another star
Shines out from the glittering sky?
Do you weep when the voice of war
And the rage of conflicts die?
Then why do your tears roll down,
And your hearts be sorely riven,
For another gem in the Savior's crown,
And another soul in heaven ?

NELLIE.

Nellie was bright and happy
Happy as any bird;
Gentle were all her glances,
Gentle her every word;
Life was all bright around her,
Friends were all fond and true;
Hope on her path was shining
Bright as morning dew;
Yet in our home she faded,
Faded and pined away;
Pined till the angels took her
Up to the realms of day.