For their sake, too, the faithful, wise, and bold, Whose generous love has been my pride and stay, Those who have found in me some trace of gold, For their sake purify my lead and clay. And let not all the pains and toil be wasted, Spent on my youth by saints now gone to rest; Nor that deep sorrow my Redeemer tasted, When on his soul the guilt of man was press'd. Tender and sensitive, he braved the storm, That we might fly a well-deserved fate, Pour'd out his soul in supplication warm, Look'd with his eyes of love on eyes of hate. Let all this goodness by my mind be seen, Let all this mercy on my heart be seal'd! Lord, if thou wilt, thy power can make me clean: O, speak the word-thy servant shall be heal'd. JAMES F. CLARK. Jehovah, the Provider. AUTHOR of being! life-sustaining King! Lo! Want's dependant eye from Thee implores The seasons, which provide nutritious stores; Give to her prayers the renovating Spring, And Summer-heats all perfecting that bring The fruits which Autumn from a thousand stores Selecteth provident! when earth adores Her God, and all her vales exulting sing. Without thy blessing, the submissive steer WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. Light and Darkness. TWO Spirits o'er an open grave were bending, Their gaze far down its gloomy chamber sending. One, with a brow of stern and cold despair, "Life!" said the Spirit with the brow of gloom, His arm outstretching o'er the gaping tomb "Nay," said the shining one, with upturned eye, There in God's own bosom hiding- But the dark Spirit's gloomy voice again "Nay," the bright, gentle one replied once more, Fading here to bloom on high!" Slowly the dark one sunk his gloomy brow, "'T is a storm, for ever sweeping Nay!" and the hoping Spirit's hands were prest In meek and holy rapture to her breast ""T is a friendly rain, that showers On a fair and pleasant land, Where the darkest cloud that lowers By the rainbow still is spanned!" Stern was the gaze of sorrow and despair That now was fixed upon the Spirit fair, As, a last time, the hopeless wailer's burst Of anguish came more drear than e'en at first: ""T is a haunting vision, blended Evermore with tears and pain: 'T is a dream, that best were ended; Ceased the dark Spirit-and a sable cloud Life has worthy deeds for all; Ending with the shroud and pall. She paused, and o'er her pure and spotless breast Still dwells she here, that child of heavenly birth--- "Let there be Peace!” he said, and all was Calm. "LET there be peace!" he said, and all was calm, Amongst the warring world,-calm as the sea When, "Oh, be still, ye boisterous winds!" he cried, And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard. His was a life of miracles and might, And charity and love, ere yet he taste The bitter draught of death, ere yet he rise And death and sin, and hell in triumph lead. |