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Oh! let us hope that our sands have run

With wisdom's precious grains;
Oh! may we find that our hands have done

Some work of glorious pains.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year,

While the holly gleams above us; With a pardon for the foes who hate,

And a prayer for those who love us.
We may have seen some loved ones pass

To the land of hallow'd rest:
We may miss the glow of an honest brow

And the warmth of a friendly breast:
But if we nursed them while on earth,

With hearts all true and kind,
Will their spirits blame the sinless mirth

Of those true hearts left behind?
No no! it were not well or wise

To mourn with endless pain;
There's a better world beyond the skies,

Where the good shall meet again.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year,

While the holly gleams above us; With a pardon for the foes who hate,

And a prayer for those who love us.
Have our days rolled on serenely free

From sorrow's dim alloy?
Do we still possess the gifts that bless

And fill our souls with joy!
Are the creatures dear still clinging near?

Do we hear loved voices come?
Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed

A halo round our home?
Oh, if we do, let thanks be pour'd

To Him who hath spared and given,
And forget not o'er the festive board

The mercies held from heaven. Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year,

While the holly gleams above us; With a pardon for the foes who hate, And a prayer for those who love us.

Eliza Cook,

YOUTH. WHEREWITHAL shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to Thy word.--Psalm cxix. 9.

I love them that love me; and those that seek me early shall find me. -Proverbs, viii. 17.

Rejoice O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes : but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judginent.--Ecclesiastes, xi. 9.

THRICE happy he whose downy age had been
Reclaimed by scourges from the prime of sin;
And, early seasoned with the taste of truth,
Remembers his Creator in his youth.

Francis Quarles.
Something of youth I in old age approve,
But more the marks of age in youth I love.
Who this observes, may in his body find
Decrepit age, but never in his mind. Denham.

Youth lost in dissipation,--we deplore
Through life's sad remnant, what no sighs restore;
Our years, a fruitless loss without a prize,
Too many—yet too few to make us wise. Cowper.
Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,

Of pure and heavenly root;
But fairest in the youngest shows,

And yields the sweetest fruit. Cowper.
Youth's a soft scene, but trust her not;
Her airy minutes swift as thought,

Slide off the slippery sphere;
Moons with their months make hasty rounds,
The sun has passed his vernal bounds,
And wheels about his year.

For pleasures, vanities, and hates,

The compact we renew,
And Judas rises in our hearts-

We sell our Saviour too.
How, for some moments' vain delights,

We will embitter years,
And in our youth lay up for age

Only remorse and tears. Miss Landon.

Days of my youth! ye have glided away;
Hairs of my youth! ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my youth! ye are furrow'd all o'er:
Strength of my youth! all your vigour is gone;
Thoughts of my youth! your gay visions are flown.
Days of my youth! I wish not your recall;
Hairs of my youth! I'm content you should fall;
Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen;
Cheeks of my youth! bathed in tears have you been;
Thoughts of my youth! ye have led me astray!
Strength of my youth! why lament your decay?
Days of my age! ye will shortly be past:
Pains of my age! but awhile can ye last;
Joys of my age! in true wisdom delight;
Eyes of my age! be religion your light;
Thoughts of my age! dread, not the cold sod;
Hopes of my age! be ye fix'd on your God!

C. Tucker. Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest,

Thou youthful wanderer in a flowery maze; Come, while the restless heart is bounding lightest,

And joy's pure sunbeams tremble in thy ways; Come while sweet buds, like summer flowers unfolding,

Waken rich feelings in the careless breast; While yet thy hand the ephemeral wreath is holding, Come-and secure interminable rest! Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing,

Ere the dim phantoms thou art chasing die; Ere the gay spell which earth is round thee throwing,

Fades like the crimson from a sunset sky; Life hath but shadows, save a promise given,

Which lights the future with a fadeless ray; O, touch the sceptre!-win a hope in Heaven; Come, turn thy spirit from the world away!

Willis G Clark. Live that thy young and glowing breast

Can think of death without a sigh, And be assured that life is best

Which finds us least afraid to die.-Eliza Cook.

ZEAL. For I bear them record that they have a zeal of God, but not according to knowledge. --Romans, x. 2.

It is good to be zealously affected always in a good thing.--Galatians, iv. 18.

As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous, therefore, and repent.--Revelation, iii. 19.

FAREWELL to earth; my life of sense is o'er;

My heart is changed, I feel my bonds untied;

And casting every thought impure aside, My guilty course abandon and deplore. Fallacious leaders I obey no more ;

I follow thee, refuse all other guide;

And ne'er did shipwrecked bark with broken side Loose from the shelves more anxious for a shore. And since I spent with risk of mortal harm, My life and dearest hours, nor gathered thence

Profit or fruit, I crowd my sail to thee. Lord, I am turned! now let thy gracious arm

Sustain me; and my future service be With zeal proportioned to my past offence.

From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma.

Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame

The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name,

Is self in a disguise.
True zeal is merciful and mild,

Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild;

And breathes revenge and war.
While zeal for truth the Christian warms,

He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,

Its party to increase.
Zeal has attained its highest aim,

Its end is satisfied,
If sinners love the Saviour's name,
Nor seeks it ought beside.

Newton. If, gracious God, in life's green, ardent year,

A thousand times thy patient love I tried; With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sere,

Thy gifts perverted, and thy power defied: O grant me, now that wintry snows appear

Around my brow, and youth's bright promise hide, Grant me with reverential awe to hear

Thy holy voice, and in thy word confide! Blot from my book of life its early stain! Since days misspent will never more return,

My future path do thou in mercy trace; So cause my soul with pious zeal to burn,

That all the trust which in thy name I place, Frail as I am, may not prove wholly vain.

From the Italian of Pietro Bembo.

With zeal we watch,
And weigh the doctrine, while the spirit 'scapes;
And in the carving of our cummin-seeds,
Our metaphysical hair-splittings, fail
To note the orbit of that star of love
Which never sets.

Mrs. Sigourney.

It is well to be zealous for the truth,

God loveth not those who are lukewarm;
Fear not the reproach of the world;

Hide not thy light under a bushel;
Tell thy neighbour, or those in high places,

Of the sin which thou see'st them committing,
Yet not roughly, nor rudely, though firmly,

But temper thy zeal with discretion. It is well to be zealous, for so were

Of old those who bore God's commission; Their hearts burned like coals from the altar,

And they pressed towards the mark of their calling. So do thou, in thy sphere and station,

Spread the truth as it dwelleth in Jesus; In season and out be thou instant;

Let thy zeal be according to knowledge. Egone.

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