THE GOSPEL MENTOR. How does the spirit bounding, free, Such was thy gladdening task on earth, To teach the soul how light divine To rise in new resplendent dress, And meet the Lord, thy righteousness. 95 "But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day."-PROV. iv. 18. "Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.”—MATT. xiii. 43. HEBE. LIKE to the babbling rill That softly flows, And murmuring wanders at its own sweet will, Like to the linnet's note Or like the robin's silver throat In winter sere; Like nature's own sweet flower, That haunts accustomedly in summer hour, Each well-known spot; Like golden broom and ling That blossom free, And win the smile that greets each gentle thing— With amity. Like to the thoughts that dwell Within the breast, Whilst they the harmony of feeling tell, Like the remembered hours Of love and youth, Of sweet companionship in friendship's bowers, Of peace and truth; Like each glad thing and fair That earth can give; Which bids us in her furnished banquet share, And joy receive; A spirit greets mine ear, A genius all to taste and feeling dear, Welcome the glorious light The beams of intellect with radiance bright, Not all, not all of earth Let poets tell; There is a land of pure celestial birth, There is a Saviour risen Our hearts to cheer ; Yes, He hath soared aloft from this dark prison He is not here: For He hath burst these bands, This house of clay, And pleading for His people, now He stands In heaven's own day. Redeemer! Saviour! King! We bless Thy name; Whilst we well-pleased, thy glorious praise would sing, Thy power proclaim. Honor and thanks and praise Oh Lord, to Thee, Shall every lip and tongue in concert raise Eternally. "That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."PHIL. ii. 10, 11. H THE NIGHTINGALE OF THE CHURCH. A MILD and polished courtier! who attends He seeks the presence-chamber, and 'tis there Whilst thou didst guard His oracles, and shed Sin marred thy soul's complacence—themes divine Now from the thorny paths of life withdrawn, Thou gentle nurse! beside that cradle bed, Thy hand could softly sooth the infant's head, And rock him to repose-thy book the while, Made scenes of peace like these, with moral culture smile : There to thy cherished loves, thy breast supplies The current of its own sweet charities; |