Now rising-seeming now to dip, I often have beheld the clouds, But this one was so dread to see, I looked and shuddered - looked and sighed,- MYSELF. Less than the least Of all God's mercies, is my poesy still. GREAT are thy gifts, my God, vouchsafed to me, Recipient am I of a gracious store : Of good health, reason, food and friends, and more Of comfort, than to many may befal;— Yet these were poor, Great Giver! were these all. I humbly trust, of joys, to which earth's bliss Is abject misery, and her hope, despair. Who owe, and gladly owe, so much to Sovereign THE INDIFFERENT. I SAW a man who had sojourned where Where Jesus talked, was intimate with all The scene of his sad story. Yea, had dwelt And yet he gaily spake of these; and smiled, He took upon his lips these sacred names; BROOKLINE. I HAVE revisited thy sylvan scenes, As though Time's footfall had these years been hushed Thy patriarch pastor's lips, like dew, distil As to young love and reverence he was — Over New England; and the same gray walls, * The Aspinwall House, (as seen in the vignette,) built in 1660; now owned by Colonel Thomas Aspinwall, Consul at London, in which his great-grandfather was born. The elm near it is about one hundred and forty years old, and at three feet from its roots is twenty feet in circumference. And yet there is a change, unseen, though felt. 'Tis in myself. I gaze not, with the heart Freely given up, as once I gave it up, Nor questioned why. Years have stept in between Its warm idolatry, and what it worshipped. 'Tis well that change on all things is inscribed; Else to such charms as thine, its simple love Would be too strongly wed, and I forget That thou, in thy glad splendor, wilt rejoice, And send up beauty's all-perpetual hymn, In eloquence how true! - in future years, (As thou dost now rejoice) — but not for me! THE DEVOTED. Oн, blest is he who cares That God have glory given; Whose faith, and alms, and toils, and prayers, And greatly blest is he Who labors, prays, and weeps, Such, entering into rest, The Chinese, saved, shall own; The Hindoo, there, will hail him blessed, ALL NIGHT IN PRAYER. And it came to pass, in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God. Luke vi. 12. ALL night in prayer, while mortals slept Of sighs and tears, my soul, for thee. Night spread her starry wing around - He prayed-yet not in view of all No, nor in view of that dark hour When God from him should turn his eye, But sight of sin and sin's desert |