For Thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.

O let Thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace!

Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine,
A flock by Jesus led:

The Sun of Holiness shall shine

In glory on our head.

And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And Thou wilt bless our way;
Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.

I marvel not in former days

Ere purer light was given,

That men fell down and worshipped thee
A spirit-king in heaven.

But now that knowledge great and high
Is kindled in man's soul,

We know thee but a glorious part
Of a more glorious whole.

Oh, mysteries of night that fill
The mind with awe and love,
How visibly the power of God
Is manifest above!

Oh! might and majesty that reign
Upon the midnight sky!-
Creed of my hope! I feel thy truth
Whene'er I gaze on high.

THE EVENING STAR.
LANDON.

How beautiful the twilight sky,
Whose starry worlds now spread,
Amid the purple depths of eve,
Their glories o'er my head!

And there is one-a radiant one-
Amid the rest shines he,
As if just risen from his sleep.
Within the mighty sea.

The clouds fall off in glittering flakes
Before his shining brow:

So moves a ship that flings the waves In bright foam from its prow.

'Lights in the hall! Lights to the regal chair!" But all was gloom and desolation there. A palpable obscure, a gathering cloud Wrapped prince and people in its murky shroud. While Israel's sons, from fear and darkness free, Walked forth in light, confiding, Lord, in thee. O! through this vale of sorrows as we stray, Do Thou preserve and lead us on our way. Guide Thou our feet till death's dark hour is past, And make us, Lord, thy sons of light at last.

THE SUNBEAM.

MRS. HEMANS

THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall,
A joy thou art and a wealth to all!
A bearer of hope unto land and sea-
Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee!

Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles,
Thou hast touched with glory his thousand isles;
Thou hast lit up the ships and the feathery foam,
And gladden'd the sailor, like words from home.

To the solemn depths of the forest shades,
Thou art streaming on through their green arcades;
And the quivering leaves that have caught thy glow,
Like fire-flies glance to the pools below.

I look'd on the mountains-a vapour lay
Folding their heights in its dark array:
Thou brakest forth-and the mist became
A own and a mantle of living flame.

I look'd on the peasant's lowly cotSomething of sadness had wrapt the spot, But a gleam of thee on its lattice fell, And it laugh'd into beauty at that bright spell.

To the earth's wild places a guest thou art, Flushing the waste like the rose's heart; And thou scornest not from thy pomp to shed A tender smile on the ruin's head.

Thon tak'st thro' the dim church-aisles thy way,
And its pillars from twilight flash forth to-day;
And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old,
Are bath'd in a flood as of molten gold.

And then turnest not from the humblest grave,
Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave;
Thou scatterest its gloom like the dreams of rest,
Then sleepest in love on its grassy breast.

Sunbeam of summer! oh! what is like thee,
Hope of the wilderness, joy of the sea?
One thing is like thee to mortals given-
The faith touching all things with hues of heaven!