Is his ungalling yoke! and all his burthens In fuller foliage, and more fragrant breath, savour, And all eternity shall be their spring. Be to the saints unbarr'd; and there, where pleasure Boasts an undying bloom; where dubious hope Is free from passion; there we'll celebrate, CHRISTOPHER SMART. Leaves have their Time to Fall. LEAVES have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set,—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death, Day is for mortal care, Eve for glad tidings round the joyous hearth, Night for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer, But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth. The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears, but all are thine! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee!-but thou art not of those That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey! Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set,—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. We know when moons shall wane ; When summer birds from far shall cross the sea, When autumn's hue shall tinge the golden grain, But who shall teach us when to look for Thee! Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our path grow pale? They have one season,-all are ours to die! Thou art where billows foam, Thou art where music melts upon the air; N Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set,—but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death. FELICIA HEMANS. Life's Guiding Star. THE youth whose bark is guided o'er pore To shade a while the watery way, Quick lifts to heaven his anxious eyes, 'Tis thus, down time's eventful tide, While prosperous breezes gently blow, Our hopes, our thoughts all fixed below. At once we raise our prayer to Him Let me Libe to Thee. FATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies ; Give me a calm, a thankful heart, Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end. STEELE. 66 Let there be Light. "ET THERE BE LIGHT!" The Eternal spoke, And from the abyss where darkness rode The earliest dawn of nature broke, And light around creation flow'd. The glad earth smiled to see the day, The first-born day come blushing in; The young day smiled to shed its ray Upon a world untouch'd by sin. "Let there be light!" O'er heaven and earth, The GOD who first the day-beam pour'd, Utter'd again his fiat forth, And shed the gospel's light abroad, And, like the dawn, its cheering rays Then come, when in the orient first From God's bright throne of glory there. CHARLES F. HOFFMAN. Lord of the Sabbath, hear us Pray. L ORD of the Sabbath, hear us pray, In this thy house, on this thy day; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from thy temple rise. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; No more fatigue, no more distress, |