Was hush'd; a presence burst upon
(I saw no shape) in majesty of light:

sight

Voice follow'd, and celestial accents broke,

Which in these terms their awful dictates spoke; 'Is God arraign'd? absolv'd man's sinful dus¿ Less pure his Maker? and his Judge less ju Lo, he discerns, discern'd by him alone, Spots on the sanctities around his throne: Nor trusts his noble ministers of flame, To yield him service unalloy'd with blame. Yet, innocent of blame shall man be found? Tenants of clay, and reptiles of the ground! Crush'd like the moth, these beings of a day With unregarded waste are swept away: Their honours perish, and themselves descend Fools to the grave, and thoughtless of their end.'

THE SAME.

[DR. MASON GOOD.]

THIS, too, I've seen, this witness'd when alone
Breath'd o'er my ears, in hollow whispering tone.
'Twas midnight deep-the world was hush'd to rest,
And airy visions every brain possess'd :
O'er all my frame a horror crept severe,
An ice that shiver'd every bone with fear,
Before my face a spirit saw I swim-
Erect uprose my hair o'er every limb;
It stood the spectre stood-to sight display'd,
Yet trac'd I not the image I survey'd :
'Twas silence dead-no breath the torpor
When thus in hollow voice the vision spoke:

broke-

Snall man bis Maker's piercing ken endure? Before his God shall man be just and pure? Lo, his own servants falter in his eyes, His trustiest angels are not always wise. What are the dwellers then in tents of clay, Sprung from the dust, that into dust decay? Before the moth they fail! with easier strife Beat down and plunder'd of their little life; From morn to noon they perish-to the ground Unnotic'd drop, and quit their fluttering round; Their total sum of wisdom, when they die, An empty boast, a mockery and lie.'

MUSIC of the bough that waves
As the wind plays lightly o'er;
Music of the stream that laves,
Pebbly marge or rocky shore;
Sweet your melody to me,

Singing to the soul-the tone
Exceeds by far the minstrelsy

Of halls wherein bright harpers shone;
For

ye attune His praise, who made The wondrous perfect frame we view, Each hill, and plain, and leafy shade, And yon fair canopy of blue : Ye seem to sing,- How great the arm Of that high God who reigns above; flim worship! but without alarm;

His dearest, best known name is Love.'

WATCH!

[DR. MASON GOOD.}

LIFE is a sea--how fair its face,
How smooth its dimpling waters pace,
Its canopy how pure!

But rocks below, and tempests sleep,
Insidious, o'er the glassy deep,

Nor leave an hour secure.

Life is a wilderness-beset

With tangling thorns, and treacherous ner
And prowl'd by beasts of prey.
One path alone conducts aright,
One narrow path, with little light;
A thousand lead astray.

Life is a warfare-and alike,
Prepar'd to parley, or to strike,
The practis'd foe draws nigh.
O hold no truce! less dangerous tar
To stand and all his phalanx dare.
inan trust is specious lic.

Whate'er its form, whate'er its flow,
While life is lent to man below,

One duty stands confest

To watch incessant, firm of mind,
To watch, where'er the post assign'd,
And leave to God the rest.

"Twas while they watch'd, the shepherd swains Heard angels strike to angel-strains

The song of heavenly love:
Blest harmony, that far exces
All music else on earth that dwells,
Or e'er was tun'd above.

'Twas while they watch'd, the sages trac❜d The star that every star effaced

With new and nobier shine: They follow'd, and it led the way, To where the infant Saviour lay, And gave them light divine.

'Twas while they watch'd, with lamp in hand. And oil well stor'd, the Virgin band

I ne bridal pomp descried;
They join'd it—and the heavenly gate,
That op'd to them its glorious state,
Was clos'd on all beside.

Watch! Watch and pray!'-in suffering hour

Thus He exclaim'd who felt its power,
And triumph'd in the strife.

Victor of death! thy voice I hear:
Fain would I watch with holy fear,

Would watch and pray through lire 8 caress •

And only cease with lite.

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

[ANONYMOUS.]

SOLDIER, go-but not to claim

Mouldering spoils of earth-born treasurs, Not to build a vaunting name;

Not to dwell in tents of pleasure.
Dream not that the way is smooth,
Hope not that the thorns are roses;
Turn no wishful eye of youth,

Where the sunny beam reposes;~
Thou hast sterner work to do,

Hosts to cut thy passage through;
Close behind thee gulfs are burning-
Forward!-there is no returning.

Soldier, rest-but not for thee

Spreads the world her downy pillow;
On the rock thy couch must be,

While around thee chafes the billow:
Thine must be a watchful sleep,
Wearier than another's waking;
Such a charge as thou dost keep
Brooks no moment of forsaking.
Sleep, as on the battle field,

Girded-grasping sword and shield:
Those thou canst not name nor number,
Steal
upon thy broken slumber.

Soldier, rise-the war is done :
Lo, the hosts of hell are flying;
"Twas thy Lord the battle won;

Jesus vanquished them by dying. Pass the stream-before thee liesAll the conquered land of glory;