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"The day is thine ; the night also is thine : thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth; thou hast made summer and winter."—Psa. lxxiv. 16, 17.

I^HOU art, 0 God ! the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see.
Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we tarn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

When Day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of Even,

And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven —

Those hues, that make the sun's decline

So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.

When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,

Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes —

That sacred gloom, those fires divine,

So grand, so countless, Lord ! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;

And every flower the Summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye.

Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,

And all things fair and bright are Thine!


VALLEN is thy throne, 0 Israel!

Silence is o'er thy plains; Thy dwellings all lie desolate,

Thy children weep in chains.
Where are the dews that fed thee

On Etham's barren shore?
That fire from heaven which led thee,

Now lights thy path no more. .

Lord ! thou didst love Jerusalem —

Once she was all thy own; Her love thy fairest heritage,*

Her power thy glory's throne ;t Till evil came, and blighted

Thy long-loved olive-tree ;$ And Salem's shrines were lighted

For other gods than Thee!

* " I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly-beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."—Jer. xii. 7.

t " Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."—Jer. xiv. 21.

t " The Lord called thy name a green olive-tree; fair and of goodly fruit."—Jer. xi. 1-6.

Then sunk the star of Solyma —

Then pass'd her glory's day,
Like heath that, in the wilderness,^

The wild wind whirls away.
Silent and waste her bowers,

Where once the mighty trod, And sunk those guilty towers,

While Baal reign'd as God!

« Go,"—said the Lord—" Ye conquerors

Steep in her blood your swords, And rase to earth her battlements,*

For they are not the Lord's! Till Zion's mournful daughter

O'er kindred bones shall tread, And Hinnom's vale of slaughter t

Shall hide but half her dead."


rTHIS world is all a fleeting show,

For man's illusion given;
The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe,

§ " For he shall be like the heath m the desert."—Jer. xvii. 6.

* Take away her battlements ; for they are not the Lord's."— Jer. V. 10.

t " Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter ; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place."—Jer. vii. 32.

Deceitful shine, deceitful flow—
There's nothing true but heaven'

And false the light on Glory's plume,

As fading hues of Even;
And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom
Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb,—

There's nothing bright tut heaven.

Poor wanderers of a stormy day,

From wave to wave we're driven, And Fancy's flash, and Eeason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way —-There's nothing calm but heaven!

St. Jerome's Love.*

WHO is the maid my spirit seeks,

Through cold reproof and slander's blight?
Has she Love's roses on her cheeks?

Is Aer's an eye of this world's light?
N0jWan and sunk with midnight prayer

Are the pale looks of her I love;

* These lines were suggested by a passage in St. Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the matron Paula :—" Numquid me vestes sericas, nitentes gemma, picta fades, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla fuit alia Romae matronarum, quae meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene csecata."—Epist. ' Si tibi putem.*

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