In darkness from excessive splendour borne,
By gods unseen, unless through lustre lost.
His glory, to created glory, bright,

As that to central horrors; he looks down
On all that soars; and spans immensity.

EDWARD YOUNG.

Wait in Hope: the Morning Dawneth.

EVERY day hath toil and trouble,

Every heart hath care:

Meekly bear thine own full measure,
And thy brother's share.

Fear not, shrink not, though the burden

Heavy to thee prove;

God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,

And thy heart with love.

Patiently enduring, ever
Let thy spirit be

Bound by links, that can not sever,

To humanity.

Labor-wait! thy Master perished

Ere his task was done;

Count not lost thy fleeting moments,
Life hath but begun.

Labor and the seed thou sowest

Water with thy tears;

God is faithful-he will give thee

Answer to thy prayers.

Wait in hope! though yet no verdure

Glad thy longing eyes,

Thou shalt see the ripened harvest

Garnered in the skies.

Labor-wait! though midnight shadows
Gather round thee here,
And the storms above thee lowering
Fill thy heart with fear—

Wait in hope: the morning dawneth
When the night is gone,

And a peaceful rest awaits thee

When thy work is done.

MARGARET L. BAILEY.

Wisdom, Power, and Love of God. WISDOM took up her harp, and stood in place Of frequent concourse, stood in every gate, By every way, and walked in every street; And lifting up her voice, proclaimed: "Be wise, Ye fools! be of an understanding heart; Forsake the wicked, come not near his house, Pass by, make haste, depart and turn away. Me follow-me, whose ways are pleasantness, Whose paths are peace, whose end is perfect joy." The seasons came and went, and went and came, To teach men gratitude; and as they passed, Gave warning of the lapse of time, that else Had stolen unheeded by. The gentle flowers

Retired, and stooping o'er the wilderness,
Talked of humility, and peace, and love.
The dews came down unseen at evening-tide,
And silently their bounties shed, to teach
Mankind unostentatious charity.

With arm in arm the forest rose on high,
And lesson gave of brotherly regard.
And on the rugged mountain-brow exposed,
Bearing the blast alone, the ancient oak
Stood, lifting high his mighty arm, and still
To courage in distress exhorted loud.

The flocks, the herds, the birds, the streams, the breeze,

Attuned the heart to melody and love.

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love! and from her glorious bow,
Bending to kiss the Earth in token of peace,
With her own lips, her gracious lips, which God
Of sweetest accent made, she whispered still,
She whispered to Revenge, Forgive, forgive.
The Sun, rejoicing round the earth, announced
Daily the wisdom, power, and love of God.
The Moon awoke, and from her maiden face,
Shedding her cloudy locks, looked meekly forth,
And with her virgin stars walked in the heavens,
Walked nightly there, conversing, as she walked,
Of purity, and holiness, and God.

In dreams and visions, sleep instructed much.
Day uttered speech to day, and night to night
Taught knowledge. Silence had a tongue; the
grave,

The darkness, and the lonely waste, had each

A tongue that ever said, Man! think of God! Think of thyself! think of eternity!

Fear God, the thunder said-Fear God, the

waves;

Fear God, the lightning of the storm replied; Fear God, deep loudly answered back to deep. And in the temples of the Holy One, Messiah's messengers, the faithful few, Faithful 'mong many false, the Bible opened, And cried, Repent! repent, ye sons of men! ROBERT POLLOK.

Without thy Presence Heaven's no Heaven for me.

I

LOVE (and have some cause to love,) the earth,

She is my Maker's creature, therefore good: She is my mother, for she gave me birth;

She is my tender nurse, she gives me food: But what's a creature, Lord, compared with Thee?

Or what's my mother or my nurse to me?

I love the air; her dainty fruits refresh
My drooping soul, and to new sweets in-

vite me;

Her shrill-mouthed choirs sustain me with their flesh,

And with their polyphonian notes delight

me;

But what's the air, or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul withal, compared to Thee?
I love the sea; she is my fellow creature,

My careful purveyor, she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater;

She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore; But, Lord of oceans, when compared with Thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?

To heaven's high city I direct my journey, Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney,

Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky; But what is heaven, great God, compared with Thee?

Without thy presence, heaven's no heaven to me.

Without thy presence, earth gives no refection; Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure;

Without thy presence, air's a rank infection; Without thy presence, heaven itself no pleasure;

If not possessed, if not enjoyed in Thee,
What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me?

The highest honour that the world can boast,
Are subjects far too low for my desire;
Its brightest beams of glory are at most

But dying sparkles of thy living fire;
The proudest flames that earth can kindle, be
But nightly glowworms if compared to Thee.