COEUR DE LION.

Deep were the shades that round thy dwelling lay,
And dense within

The canopy that veiled the face of day;
Where death and sin

Bound fast their iron chain, thy captive life to win :
Look where yon radiance streams!

Thy dark abode

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Shines with the light of grace, the effluence of thy God.

Up! with thine armour on ;
Soldier, be wise, beware!

And fight for Him,

Maker and Monarch of the earth and air,

'Mid shining seraphim :

Thine is a glorious work,

Soldier, be wise!

Perform thy part on earth, and run for paradise!

Look where the enemy the battle swells!
With murderous rage,

But soon that rage shall cease,

A Champion in the host of Israel dwells-
The God of peace!

The conquering sword, the thunderbolt of power
His arm shall wield,-

Salvation is His work-the appointed hour
Shall gain the field.

Enveloped in the thickest of the fight,
Thy form we see !

Soldier in arms, well done!

Thy course is free:

Transfigured is thy being, and thy port
Is majesty!

Grace has renewed thy spirit, grace divine
Has on thee shone,

Thy Master calls thee from that world above-
His radiant throne !

His hand extends the tokens of His love,
Thy work to own :

Soldier, look up!

The accepted time is come

He gives thee welcome there to thine eternal home!

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.-EPHES. vi. 12, 13.

NARCISSA.

IN colours bright and clear,—of varying hue,
A portrait glows!

The image of a soul refined and true,
Its radiance throws.

Shrined in accustomed scenes, to memory's eye
Thy vision dwells ;

And Fancy with her glass, can well supply
Life's broken spells.

I may not see thee in thy pilgrim dress,
My heart to cheer;

Thou wast a dweller in earth's wilderness

To virtue dear.

NARCISSA.

Thy lays were from the heart-they touched a spring

That hidden lies

And like the bird of night, 'twas thine to sing
Soft melodies.

Thus thou didst sooth thy being, pouring forth
Those themes divine,

In which the Saviour's merits and His worth
Recorded, shine.

I fain would greet thy spirit-as I track
This vale below;

But thou! how could I wish thy presence back
To pain and woe?

'Tis sweet, 'tis doubly sweet, as here we tread
Life's chequered road,

To mark the steps of those, the early dead,
At home with God.

I fain would greet thee in life's little day,
As wisdom's child;

Scattering fresh flowers of thought around thy way,
Whilst nature smiled.

Sweet is the memory of thy labours done,
Thy task of love—

But thou a never fading wreath hast won-
A crown above.

Thy soul commissioned with a rich bequest,
Her message gave;

The accents on thy tongue spoke to the breast,
How Christ can save.

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