A mother's heart, a mother's eye
Gazed on that vast reality;

Then could that chastened spirit learn
Her Lord's perfections to discern,
Then could that widowed spirit bless
The Lord, her strength and righteousness.

And thou canst tell us of the love
That guides to Canaan's shores above;
Of that good shepherd-gentle, kind,
Who leaves no fainting lamb behind;
That Shepherd who with lenient sway,
Leads on his flock to endless day.

Yes, thou canst whisper-thou canst tell
How saints shall in his presence dwell;
That house not made with hands, the home
Where all his ransomed ones shall come,
Who in that house for evermore,
Shall praise and worship and adore.

Thy thoughts would picture to our view,
Joys ever bright and fair and new ;
Thou fain wouldst paint Immanuel's land,
Where saints in shining vestments stand—
And body forth those glorious plains
Where one eternal sunshine reigns.

Spirit of faith and hope and love,
Who gildst the glorious courts above!
Spirit of wisdom and of power!

Thou shadowing Dove, in sorrow's hour!
Breathe on Thy servants-and supply
Gifts from thy sacred treasury!

THE CHRISTIAN MINOS.

Breathe on Thy servants breath divine,
And bid us in Thine image shine!
Breathe on us, Holy Spirit! breathe

That quickening life that conquers death!
Till Christ shall bid his people rise

And gain the realms of Paradise.

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"A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse. Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard. Spikenard and saffron ; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices. Awake, O north wind, and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out."—Cant. iv. 12, 13, 14, 16.

THE CHRISTIAN MINOS.

How may we raise a monument, to speak
Thy lofty mind!

Thy noble genius and thy spirit meek,
With strength combined.

Thou wast of goodly lineage, yet thy heart
Preferred the cross:

Like Mary thou didst choose the better part,
And count gain loss.

Thy course was up towards Zion, yet the while
Thine eye could see

Where learning hung her lamp, when reason's smile
Beamed full on thee.

Thine was a wealthy royalty, the trust
That true hearts gave;

No heaps of shining gold nor sordid rust
Thy soul might crave.

In yon far distant hemisphere thy face
Shed blessings round 1;

And in thy steps the flowers of truth and grace
peace were found.

And

Beneath those shadowing branches, where the sun
Gilds cloudless skies,

We see thee with thy graceful mantle on,
Gladdening fond eyes.

Parent and helpless child and woman's fears
Could trust thy love;

Thou didst commend their weal with pitying tears,
To God above.

Peace waved upon thy banner, peace on earth-
Good will to man:

The gospel-with its promises of worth

Filled up its span.

Thou didst console the nations who since then
Have leared to bow,-

To drink the cup of bitterness

Where are they now?

We bless thy spirit's ministry, the light
Of by-gone days;—

Thy thoughts illumine yet the clouded sight
With cheering rays.

THE MISSIONARY.

With virtue, honour, truth, a holy band,
How thou wast blest!

And now with children of the western land,
Thy soul finds rest,

Where never more this sun with scorching ray,
Shall chafe thy brow;

But in the beams of heaven's meridian day
Thou dwellest now.

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"Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds; and have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge, after the image of him that created him: where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian, Scythian, bond nor free: but Christ is all, and in all."-COL. iii. 9-11.

THE MISSIONARY.

"WISE as the serpent-harmless as the dove”—

May well express

The motto given by a Saviour's love,

Thy soul to bless!

Amid the busy walks of human things
Thy steps were bent,

Softly methinks, as if an angel's wings
Their aid had lent.

Where the dark prison frowns we see thee smile,
And meekly there

We hear thy voice the way-worn heart beguile,

Or rise in prayer

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For full redemption's power that heart to cheer,
From heaven above;

That Jesus in his presence might be near,
And whisper love.

Thy charity received with large embrace,
Thy fellow-man ;

And through the paths of wisdom and of grace
Thy projects ran.

The helpless orphan on life's dreary waste,
Engaged thy care;

And thou couldst furnish forth a rich repast
For sorrow's heir.

The light of science and the light of truth
Around thee shone,-

And thou didst gird the feebleness of youth
With their bright zone.

Each kindred bond within thy faithful breast,
Had found a shrine ;

And there a mother's love could fondly rest,
Possessing thine.

Commissioned with a chalice was thy hand,'Twas mercy's boon;

And thou didst traverse many a distant land, In fervid noon

And in the winter's cold, mid deserts hoar,
That cup to fill ;

To scatter crumbs of blessing at his door
Who hungered still.