And ever may concord, the bond of the Spirit,

In one join its members, thus truly to live; As sons and as daughters, each bosom inherit The peace, passing knowledge, He only can give!

I'm glad, for I hope that to ages will flourish

Within this enclosure, the plants of the Lord; And grace from his treasury like showers will nourish The trees that are full of the sap of the word. And here would I hope that the principles tested So long in old Plymouth- -so fitted to mock The assaultings of error- -may thrive unmolested, Our pride, too, as theirs, who first stepped on the rock.

I'm glad, for a watchman they've called to this tower, From the shrine of the Stoddards and Edwards he

came,

Whose message already gives token of power,

Whose zeal is of pure evangelical flame.

And long may this lamp of the fresh oil be lighted,
Fed richly by unction that cometh from high;
And burn on this pathway, where thousands,benighted,
Shall gaze, and in penitence turn to the sky.

I'm glad, then, at length the materials appearing, Prepared for the builder, and piled in our street, Proclaim that the pious, unwearied, are rearing

A dome where the sons of the pilgrims may meet. Oh! Thou who hast laid, to the shame of the scorner, In Zion, foundations- who only art skilled To plan thine own glory - the keystone and corner, To Thee, blessed Trinity! only they build.

ROBERT RAIKES, IN THE SUBURBS OF GLOUCESTER.

"It was his custom to visit in person the families of the poor, and to persuade the parents to feel interested in the well-being of their children; while at the same time he persuaded the children to come to the Sunday school."

AND who is he that's seeking,

With look and language mild,
To heal the heart that's breaking,
And glad the vagrant child?
He searches lane and alley, -

With words of kindly greeting,
Warm from an honest heart,

He's ignorance entreating

In knowledge to have part.
With charity unfailing,

He patiently doth take
Rebuke and sinful railing,

For Christ the Shepherd's sake.

He wins from vicious mothers
The children of neglect;

The sisters and the brothers

From households sadly wrecked.

And these, the truth impressing,
Beneath his gentle rule,

Have called on him a blessing,
Who formed the Sunday school.

I'd rather my life's story

Should have such episode,
Than all the gorgeous glory
Napoleon's history showed.
For when no more war's banner
With shouting is unfurled,
Those children's sweet hosanna
May shake the upper world.

THE ANGER OF MOSES.

WITH angry blow he smote the rock, The obedient waters freely ran,— Refreshing to the herd and flock, Delicious to the lip of man.

He smote it twice, "And Israel!"

He muttered thus in scorning then"Must we bid cool sweet waters well

From rocks for ye, rebellious men !"

Heaven hears, and for this single sin, Its high displeasure waxeth hot; The fruitful land he thought to win, He may behold, but enter not.

Oh, God, if now the wanderer found
For his one error doom like this,
Who of our race could feel the ground
Secure, of hope for Canaan's bliss!

THE FLAG.

On seeing the Bethel Flag, sent to the American Chapel at Havre, by the ladies of the First Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia.

WE send the blazoned dove and ark,

For foreign winds to kiss

To her who in our fortunes dark,

Gave us the fleur-de-lis;

Which streamed above the artillery's roar,

And the roll of the warlike drum :

That symbol speaks of strife no more,
That martial strain is dumb.

Not mindless of the debt we owe,

Who shall such claim forget?.
We would our choicest boon bestow
On the land of loved Fayette !
No gold or gauds the gift enhance
Which comes on zephyr's wings;
Our simple guerdon bears to France
Word from the King of kings.

We'll not forget, while memory holds Its place, her prowess, nor

How proudly waved the Bourbon folds
Above the fields of war.

But oh, this banner tells of fame
Earth's pennons cannot win,—
Of victory, in Immanuel's name,
O'er helmed hosts of sin.

How glorious those old hills of pride
That lift their tops in green,

Where Orleans' lilies, side by side,
With freedom's stars were seen!
But how much dearer to the mind,
Thoughts which these waken now
Of peace and pardon, star-entwined,
That beam from Calvary's brow!

How dazzling was that eagle's flight
From Notre-dame to Rome,

Which blasted nations with its light

And sat at last in doom!

But this fair type that hath the dove

Of gentle peace unfurled,

Doth stir ambition far above

The conquest of a world.

Then go !-the flag Religion sends, —

And designate the dome

Of worship, where the sailor bends

TO HIM who had no home;