youth in the land. Before, he was narrowed, appropriated, shut up to you. Now he is augmented, set free, and given to all. Before, he was yours: he is ours. He has died from the family, that he might live to the nation. Not one name shall be forgotten or neglected: and it shall by-and-by be confessed of our modern heroes, as it is of an ancient hero, that he did more for his country by his death than by his whole life.

LAUS DEO!

On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the Constitutional Amendment abolishing Slavery.

Loud and long

Lift the old exulting song; Sing with Miriam by the sea, He has cast the mighty down; Horse and rider sink and drown; "He hath triumphed gloriously!"

Did we dare

In our agony of prayer,

Ask for more than He has done?
When was ever His right hand
Over any time or land

Stretched as now beneath the sun?

How they pale,

Ancient myth and song and tale,

In this wonder of our days,

When the cruel rod of war

Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise!

Blotted out!

All within and all about Shall a fresher life begin; Freer breathe the universe As it rolls its heavy curse On the dead and buried sin !

It is done!

In the circuit of the sun
Shall the sound thereof go forth.
It shall bid the sad rejoice,
It shall give the dumb a voice,
It shall belt with joy the earth!

Ring and swing,

Bells of joy! On morning's wing Sound the song of praise abroad!

With a sound of broken chains

Tell the nations that He reigns,

Who alone is Lord and God!

STRIVE, WAIT, AND PRAY.

TRIVE; yet I do not promise,

STR

The prize you dream of to-day,

Will not fade when you think to grasp it,
And melt in your hand away;
But another and holier treasure,
You would now perchance disdain,
Will come when your toil is over,
And pay you for all your pain.

Wait; yet I do not tell you,

The hour you long for now,

Will not come with its radiance vanished,
And a shadow upon its brow;
Yet far through the misty future,
With a crown of starry light,
An hour of joy you know not
Is winging her silent flight.

The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.

O one, O onely Mansion!
O Paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy,
Beside thy living waters

All plants are, great and small, The cedar of the forest,

The hyssop of the wall: With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze,

The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced: Thy saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ.

Thou hast no shore, fair Ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

Jerusalem the golden,

With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, oh, I know not

What social joys are there! What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare!

They stand, those halls of Sion,
Conjubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the Blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.

Jerusalem the glorious!

The glory of the Elect!
O dear and future vision
That eager hearts expect!
Even now by faith I see thee,
Even here thy walls discern;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn.

Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part;

His only, His forever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art!

Exult, O dust and ashes!

The Lord shall be thy part;

His only, His forever,

Thou shalt be, and thou art!

THY WILL BE DONE.

E see not, know not; all our way

WE

Is night - with Thee alone is day: From out the torrent's troubled drift, Above the storm our prayers we lift, Thy will be done!

The flesh may fail, the heart may faint, But who are we to make complaint,