Into the brightness, o'er the cloud, To visit yonder world of light? His home is on the dewy earth, May this his lot come home to me! Father! thy child, I sojourn here, But guide me to a brighter sphere. SATURDAY MORNING. "And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind."-GENESIS i. 24-30. My soul! to trace thy Maker's hand In all creation's round, And see the wond'rous frame He planned, The blossomed herb, the fruitful tree, The air, for them who fly; These all were made, one beauteous plan, |