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THY KINGDOM COME.

To drop the last besetting sin,
And rest with him in God.

Thus, holy Book! to me thy page
Is redolent of peace,

Which, not of earth, while that decays,
Will brighten and increase.
Beyond the treasures of the sea,

Or ingots of the mine,

And fairer than the world's delights,
The excellence that's thine.

THY KINGDOM COME!

WHATE'ER invites us to the throne,
Or brings the contrite, Lord! to thee,
In social worship or alone,
Still shall the supplication be

Thy Kingdom come!

By thy pure gospel, duly spread

Where India hears the Shepherd's voice,

Where Afric rises from the dead,

And islands of the sea rejoice

Thy Kingdom come!

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THY KINGDOM COME.

By schools of grace, where heathen youth,
Gathered from crime, of Jesus hear;
Where stubbornness, subdued by truth,
Bestows the penitential tear-
Thy Kingdom come!

By Tracts, with inspiration fraught,
Blessed messengers to him afar,
Who, 'nighted and forlorn, is brought
To welcome Judah's rising star-
Thy Kingdom come!

By Bibles, sent to distant lands,
Thy own imperishable word,-
Uniting earth in kindred bands,
Spreading the empire of our God-
Thy Kingdom come!

By all the prayers thy saints below
Have rendered-this dark world incline

To thee, submissively, to bow:

Oh, come! and be the victory thine-
Thy Kingdom come!

By all the love thou did'st proclaim
For Him on whom the curse was laid;
Who meekly bore our sin and shame,
The Crucified-thy wrath who staid-
Thy Kingdom come!

THE HERO'S GRAVE.

THE HERO'S GRAVE.

WHY weeps the Muse her glory fled?
Why droops Columbia's Genius so?
The laurel wreath is sear and dead;
The gallant Hero's form is low!
Ye hoary warriors! hither bring
Your tribute to the kindred brave;
Ye beauteous maidens! haste and fling
Your chaplets o'er the Hero's grave.

Let those depart, who tear away

The wreath that marks a godlike soul; Let those depart, who chide the lay,

And for his faults would blot the scroll:

Approach, ye generous, feeling few,
Where selfishness can ne'er intrude;
Approach-the Hero's grave bedew;
Sweet are the tears of gratitude!

The Hero mingles with the dust,

But Glory shrines his deathless fame; The tomb receives its hallowed trust, But unborn ages breathe his name!

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THE BAR MAID.

Yes, mighty dead! in every breast,
Thou still shalt live, to memory dear;
This turf by virgin footsteps prest,
Shall witness Sorrow's dewy tear!

Hither shall Sympathy repair,

To deck her favourite's early tomb;
While Charity, with aspect fair,
Will mantle thy untimely doom.
Farewell! the gem that hailed thy morn,
Now sunk beneath the western sky,
Will wake for thee a brighter dawn-
The Star of Glory ne'er can die!

THE BAR MAID.

I SAW a lovely girl-it was at churchWho knelt before her Maker in the beauty Of maiden meekness. As she lifted up Her calm blue eyes in confidence to heaven, And her sweet lips were parted in low prayer, I thought that never had been seen on earth Such likeness unto angels. Presently She approached the supper of the Crucified, With diffidence and in humility of step;

THE BAR MAID.

Revealing lowliness of heart.

And there,

As she partook the symbols of His death,
With trembling, touched the blest memorials-
Her dark lids swam with tears of penitence,
And holy hope, and joy that passeth words.
Woman, I said, though ever beautiful,
And every where attractive, unto me
Thou art truly lovely when Devotion lends
Its halo to thy charms.

Again I saw her-'twas the same-she stood Beneath her father's roof.

It was a room unseemly to the sight—

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Ranged round were cups and flasks, on which was

seen

The name of Alcohol.

The place was filled With vulgar men. The thoughtless youth was there,

Just learning his sad lesson. Aged heads
Clustering and ripening for the grave were there:
And there the filthy debauchee. Strange oaths
And laughter rude I heard.-The jest obscene
Went round: and some were reeling in their drink.
And she-yes, she, that beauteous one, that sweet
Young blossom, stood amid that tainted crew,
As 'twere a pure, bright spirit, suddenly
Brought in its skiey freshness to the damned.
She stood behind the bar; her lily hand