THE AURORA.

A harbinger of light and truth,
A child to wisdom dear:

Thrice happy he whose light of youth
Shines on his parting year.

Where surges dash and tempests lower,
Where adverse skies are dark;
We pity in that fearful hour,

The mariner's frail bark.

That mighty surge, that swelling wave,

May shatter and dismay;

But see! the Pilot strong to save,

Who walks the billowy way.

That blessed ark, the Church of God,

No winds nor waves may sever

Borne through the depths where Jesus trod,

In Him it rests for ever.

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"Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall."1 COR. X. 12.

THE AURORA.

BORNE on the wings of genius, rayed in light,

An essence came:

Methinks a meteor passed before my sight,
In woman's name.

Wit was her spirit-language, from her tongue

And melodies which there like pearl-drops hung,

In beauty fell.

Her lips were bathed in dew-gems clear and bright
Were sparkling there;

Like morning's rosy balm that cheers the sight

Her page was nature's record-for with skill
Her pen pourtrayed

How man hath walked at his own bootless will,
Through light and shade.

She marked the course of nations—and her eye
Looked sagely back,

Upon the wonders of their destiny,
Through time's long track.

Manners and mind she penciled-and she walked
With musing tread,

Amid the homes of Europe, where she talked
With Europe's dead;

And with her living-who in lustre shone,
She communed high,

With earth's bright tenants, and with spirits gone
Beyond the sky.

She treads this vale no longer, where her soul
Saw visions bright;

She now has passed life's confines, won its goal

And gone from sight.

"Man goeth to his long home.... .....then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it."-ECCL. xii. 5, 7.

How wonderful is thought! how vast is mind!
Soaring through God's creation unconfined;
Or when on these His works, it rests its wing,
And settles there, its high imagining.

And thou hast learned to trace Him, with an eye
Intent to search each hidden mystery;
His goodness and His justice and His power,
Thy scan surveyed in wisdom's hallowed hour,
Whilst truth, with chastened energy, made plain
The fair perfections of His wide domain.

Thy pen was dipt in knowledge-and for thee
Flowed out the wealth of sacred alchemy;
Thy mind was bathed in ethics, whose full tide

Has reached our hearts through channels large and wide:
With nice Analogy, 'twas thine to trace

The accordant links of nature and of grace,
How God in His high dealings, visits man,
And for our weal unfolds Redemption's plan.

Hail to thy tutored spirit! heaven on thee
Poured out a flood of well-tuned harmony;
Hail to the souls sublime, well skilled to soar
Or fold the wing-and sit at wisdom's door :
We greet you in your course, your mission high,
Proclaims your embassage from yonder sky;
We greet you on your way-your record fair

Speaks that the God of truth has stamped His signet there.

"He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see? He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know? The LORD knoweth the thoughts of man, that they are vanity."-PSALM Xciv. 9-11.

ANGELICA.

BRIGHT in thy course and blessed in thy close,
Sister and saint! in Jesus now repose!
Daughter of faith! we see thy spirit rise
And catch thy mantle-passing to the skies.
Daughter of faith and hope and love sublime,
To thee how precious were the sands of time.
Truth's fair ambassadress we see thee stand,
And foremost thou, in Zion's holy band!
Oh, who may speak thy mission? saints in heaven
Who find their seven-fold debt of sins forgiven,
And spirits of this earth, with stedfast eye
Now gazing full on immortality,

And converts yet unborn-let these confess
That Christ's own ministers have power to bless—
To touch the heart's deep well-spring, and to raise
From that parched fountain, tributes to His praise.

Sister and saint! whilst in life's chequered vale,
Where roses ofttimes wither and grow pale,-
'Twas thine to cheer the mourner—and to dry
The falling tear with looks of sympathy,-
'Twas thine to bless the stranger—and to greet
His ravished ear, with accents soft and sweet,-
'Twas thine to raise the contrite, and to show
In yon blue firmament, the promised bow ;-
Well skilled to heal the wounded-and to bind
The broken-hearted children of mankind.
And thou couldst pour upon the troubled sea,
The oil of joy and peace and charity ;-

Though winds and waves were round thee-yet thy bark Was cradled like the prophet's hallowed ark;

For Jesus was thy Pilot-and His word

Is ever in the soul's deep stillness heard.

ANGELICA.

He led thee all thy pilgrimage along-
And in thy lips He put Redemption's song-
He bore thee on thy journey-and thy heart
Embraced His gospel as thy better part:

His Spirit clothed His servant, and His power
Sustained thee in the bright and shadowy hour,-
His Spirit clothed His servant, and thy voice
Attuned to numbers, bade each heart rejoice.

Look on the weeping Magdalene! whose cheek
Glows with a fervour language cannot speak,-
Look on the heart-sick criminal! whose brow
Has burned with anguish words may never show,
Look on the sons of suffering and distress,

Whose path has lain through earth's dark wilderness!
The convict and the felon in his cell-

Let these unite, a tale of love to tell!

These all shall greet thee in Immanuel's land,
Where sainted hosts in shining vestments stand-
Where, as the stars for ever fair and bright,
The wise shall shine with beams of living light;
Where songs of jubilee and strains of joy,
Angelic tongues, angelic harps employ.
Yes! these shall greet thee, and together there
Your souls their votive anthem shall prepare:
Glory and praise, and honour and renown-

To Him who sits sublime, on heaven's high throne ;
And to the Lamb high praises let there be
Throughout the years of vast eternity!

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"Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in: naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me."-MATT. XXV. 34-36.