Gay youth, no less than tott'ring age, And there this gloomy moral trace— Beyond this dark and narrow sphere, So mark'd by Death, so touch'd by Time, And there the fond assurance trace- The Fashion of this World Passeth Away. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.-Air, Bingly. HE fashion of this world passeth away, THE The things that are fairest are first to decay; The moss on the bank where the violet grows; But mourn not the doom of inanimate things; Prayer at Midnight. And were we not born for a worthier end, Than to love him, and lose him? Oh! what were a friend! 187 The fond heart looks forth from its pilgrimage here Prayer at Midnight. A. DE VERE. HE stars shine bright while earth is dark! ΤΗ While all the woods are dumb, How clear those far-off silver chimes Chilly but sweet, the midnight air: Down from the ivy-leaf a drop Falls glittering on the ground. 'Twas night when Christ was born on earth; Night heard His first, faint cry; While angels caroll'd round the star Of the Epiphany. Alas! and is our love too weak To meet Him on His way? To pray for nations in their sleep? Pray for the millions slumbering now; The sick who cannot sleep; Oh, may those sweet sounds waft them thoughts As peaceful, and as deep. Pray for the unholy, and the vain : Oh, may that pure-toned bell Disperse the demon powers of air, And ever let us wing our prayer Glory to God who makes the night Affliction. BISHOP WILBERFORCE. ITHIN this leaf, to every eye WIT So little worth, doth hidden lie Most rare and subtle fragrancy. Wouldst thou its secret strength unbind? In this stone, so poor and bare But first must skilful hands assay "Let not the Sun go Down on your Wrath." 189 This leaf! this stone! it is thy heart : Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, To lay before thy dear Lord's feet. "Let not the Sun go Down on your Wrath." J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by J. R. Thomas. JHEN in thy bosom the wrath has been kindled, WHE Bear with thy wrong, not in anger defend; Turn not away from the crowd where you mingled, Speak not in anger, but rather in sorrow; Part, and though each take a different path, "Let not the sun go down on your wrath." What though your prospects a moment seem blighted, There is not a wrong that can never be righted; Urge but the truth, and be guided by reason, So will you triumph-but all in good season ;- Different Minds. ARCHBISHOP TRENCH. SOME murmur, when the sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue : One ray of God's good mercy, gild In palaces are hearts that ask, Resignation. H. W. LONGFELLOW.-Music by Miss Lindsay. THERE HERE is no flock, however watch'd and tended, There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair. The air is full of farewells to the dying And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, |