Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human

eye,

The Power exerts his attributes on high,
Your actions uses, nor controls your will,
And bids the doubting sons of men be still.

"What strange events can strike with more surprise

Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half weaned his heart from God;

Child of his age, for him he lived in pain,
And measured back his steps to earth again.
To what excesses had this dotage run!
But God, to save the father, took the son.
To all but thee in fits he seemed to go,

Than those which lately struck thy wonder- And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow. ing eyes? The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Yet, taught by these, confess the Almighty Now owns in tears the punishment was just. just,

And where you can't unriddle learn to trust.

"But how had all his fortune felt a wrack Had that false servant sped in safety back!

"The great, vain man who fared on costly This night his treasured heaps he meant to

food,

Whose life was too luxurious to be good,

Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine

And forced his guests to morning draughts of wine,

steal,

And what a fund of charity would fail!

Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o'er,

Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more."

Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost,
And still he welcomes, but with less of cost. On sounding pinions here the youth with-

drew;

"The mean, suspicious wretch whose bolted The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew. door Thus looked Elisha when, to mount on high, Ne'er moved in duty to the wandering His master took the chariot of the sky:

poor

With him I left the cup, to teach his mind
That Heaven can bless if mortals will be

kind.

Conscious of wanting worth, he views the
bowl,

And feels compassion touch his grateful soul.
Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead
With heaping coals of fire upon its head;
In the kind warmth the metal learns to
glow,

The fiery pomp, ascending, left the view;
The prophet gazed, and wished to follow too.
The bending hermit here a prayer begun :
"Lord, as in heaven on earth thy will be
done!"

Then, gladly turning, sought his ancient place,
And passed a life of piety and peace.

THOMAS PARNELL.

You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,

And, loose from dross, the silver runs be- But the scent of the roses will hang round it

Though far lot

my

The evening air

Soft witness of the floweret's fragrant death—
Strays not so sweetly to me as thy breath;

The moonlight fair

On snowy waste sleeps not with sweeter ray
Than thy clear memory on my heart's decay.

I love thee still,

And I shall love thee ever, and above
All earthly objects with undying love:

The mountain-rill

Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea
Than my unchanged affection flows to thee.

A year has flown,

My heart's best angel, since to thee I strung
My frail poetic lyre—since last I sung,

In faltering tone,

My love undying, though in all my dreams
Thy smiles have lingered like the stars in

streams.

On ruffled wing,

From thine, and though Time's onward-roll- Like storm-tossed bird, that year has sped

ing tide

May never bear me, dearest, to thy side.

I would forget;

Alas! I strive in vain: in dreams, in dreams,
The radiance of thy glance upon me beams;

No star has met

away

Into the shadowed past, and not a day

To me could bring

Familiar joys like those I knew of yore,
But morn and noon and night a sorrow bore.

Alas for Time!

For me his sickle reaps the harvest fair My gaze for years whose beauty doth not Of hopes that blossomed in the summer air Of youth's sweet clime,

shine,

Whose look of speechless love is not like But leaves to bloom the deeply-rooted tree Which thou hast planted, deathless Memory.

thine.

Less sweet than thine, unmatched Eliza- Re-echoed now-how feebly!-by my lyre.

And there, in closest commune with the blue, As pure and as eternal in its glow.

These hands must totter on a smooth-topped And grant me, Lord, with this, the Psalm