Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
The noble of all ages,

Whose deeds crowd history's pages,
And Time's great volume make.

I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,

To feel there is a union

"Twixt nature's heart and mine,
To profit by affliction,

Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,

And fulfil each grand design.

I live to hail that season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall live by reason,
And not alone by gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted,
As Eden was of old.

I live for those who love me,
For those who know me true,

For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too.

For the wrong that needs resistance, For the cause that lacks assistance, For the future in the distance,

And the good that I can do.

ATTRIBUTES OF CHRIST.-7's & 6's.

I lay my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all and frees us

From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash away my stains;
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.

I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My sorrows and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my burdens bears.
I rest my soul on Jesus,

This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline;
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy child;

I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng;
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.

WATER.

BONAR.

I spring from the rock, from the mountain's side,
Sparkling, pure, and bright;

And I gather strength, as I rapidly glide,
From my birth-place, into light.

Richness I bear to land and tree,
Beauty, to hill and dale;
Beast and bird delight in me,

Drink, and are strong and hale.

Fresh are the flowers that deck my banks,
The sod is greenest there;

And the warbling winged ones sing their thanks,
As they drink of me everywhere.

The traveller, on burning sands,
The wanderer on the sea;
Gasping for water, clasp their hands,
And wildly pray for me.

I'm the only drink that was given
To man, when pure and free;
Return then to the streams of heaven,
You're safe when you drink of me.

HEAVEN IS MY HOME.

I'm but a stranger here,

Heaven is my home:

Earth is a desert drear,

Heaven is my home:

Danger and sorrow stand

Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my fatherland,

Heaven is my home.

What though the tempest rage?

Heaven is my home.

Short is my pilgrimage;

Heaven is my home.

And time's wild wintry blast,

Soon will be overpast,

I shall reach home at last,

Heaven is my home.

There at my Saviour's side;

Heaven is my home:

I shall be glorified;

Heaven is my home:

There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best,
And there I too shall rest,

Heaven is my home.

Heaven is my home:

Therefore I murmur not;

Whate'er my earthly lot,

Heaven is my home:

And I shall surely stand,

There at my Lord's right hand,
Heaven is my fatherland,

Heaven is my home.

T. R. TAYLOR.

OMNISCIENCE OF GOD.-L. M.

I'm not too young for God to see:
He knows my name and nature too,
And all day long he looks at me,
And sees my actions through and through.

He listens to the words I say,
And knows the thoughts I have within;
And whether I'm at work or play,
He's sure to see it if I sin.

Oh! how could children tell a lie,
Or cheat in play, or steal, or fight,
If they remembered God was by,
And had them always in his sight!

Then when I want to do amiss,
However pleasant it may be,
I'll always try to think of this,—
I'm not too young for God to see!

WE ARE SEVEN.

I met a little cottage girl:

.-C. M.

She was eight years old she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl

That clustered round her head.