Lord, I would fain be still And quiet, behind my shield; And love of thy perfect will, So doth my folded will Without one anxious thrill. My hands unfold, and clasp, — And taketh its old firm grasp. And fill my heart with thy love; ANNA WARNER. V ONLY ONE STEP. VAINLY I strive through the darkness to see The path I must travel, 'tis hidden from me; Halting, despairingly, kneeling, I say, “Father, I cannot go; there is no way.” Lo! as I kneel, at His feet humbly bowed, My pathway is shown through a break in the cloud, - "Place my feet in it, O Father above ! Teach me to trust in Thy infinite love! The way that is hidden from me still Thou knowest; Make me content with the step that Thou showest!" UNDER THE CROSS. THE OLIVE LEAF CANNOT, cannot say — I Out of my bruised and breaking heart - From every pore, as I drag on— I cannot, in the wave Of my strange sorrow's fierce baptism, And while the whelming rite goes on, I thought, but yesterday, My will was one with God's dear will; My happy state should smite upon, 66 Now, faint and sore afraid, The holy words my pale lips shun JAN. 1, 1862. Pity my woes, O God! . That quickens death; That my dead faith may feel thy sun, --- WILLIAM C. RICHARDS UNDER THE CLOUD. BEAUTEOUS things of earth! O kind and constant friend! To-day. L' IFE of our life, and Light of all our seeing, How shall we rest on any hope but Thee? What time our souls, to Thee for refuge fleeing, Long for the home where there is no more sea? For still this sea of life, with endless wailing, Dashes above our heads its blinding spray, And vanquished hearts, sick with remorse and failing, Moan like the waves at set of autumn day. And ever round us swells the insatiate ocean save. And deep and dark the fearful gloom unlighted On whose bleak shore arriving-lone - benighted, ΤΗ Yea! in Thy life our little lives are ended, Into Thy depths our trembling spirits fall; In Thee enfolded, gathered, comprehended, As holds the sea her waves Thou hold'st us all! ELIZA SCUDder. DESIRE. HOU, who dost dwell alone Thou, who dost know thine own Thou to whom all are known From the cradle to the grave, |