SPIRITS from this sphere

Of every climeHigh Priests whose offerings shew salvation near, Pure Saints that walk'd with thee in faith below, And Prophets whose inspired words were bid to glow Through every change of Time; Soft beings whose meek breasts in this fierce world were riven, [heaven, Dear Martyrs that arose, from earthly flames to Loved spirits of the holy, softly drawn awayFrom this gross husk and prison of dull clay;

Unite in songs sublime,

Even with the angels rank'd in proudest place Before thy dazzling face; Unite with all the heavenly hosts in sacred glee, Compass'd by Truth, and Love, and Joy, and Harmony,

Giving Eternal Glory unto THEE.

Sons of this drear Earth,

Sleep, sleep no more!

But in the raptures of a second birth

Rise in the beauty of all holiness above

This sphere of darkness, on the wings of love,

And freed from sorrow soar

Towards JEHOVAH, throned in the excess

Of LIGHT, and LovE, and perfect RIGHTEOUSNESS.
Mount upwards to him, oh! in meekness rise,
And praise him in his Temple of the skies;

From the heart's inmost core:

Nor let the swelling organ-peal refrain

To join the solemn strain,

When heart and spirit, soul and sense, shall blend

With his eternal essence, and would bend

To worship and adore!

HOLY NATURE come

-And sweetly tell,

His praise and wonders, for thou art not dumb; Shout Ocean from thy depths! shout, shout aloud! And ye sublimer Tempests robed in cloud

The diapason swell; Blend in the glorious anthem, Beast and Bird, And let your shrillest octaves still be heard; Uprising with the incense of the vale,

Or borne in sweetest sounds upon the gale,

Till Time and Earth shall sever:

Whirlwind and Storm, high doers of his will,

Join in the chorus still

Crown the great Hymn, ye Thunders; catch the

sound,

Ye everlasting Hills, and bear it round

The barren Desert and the shrubless Plain,
And multiply its echoes to the Main

For ever and for ever

PRAISE YE THE LORD!

In earth or heaven;

PRAISE HIM-PRAISE HIM ALL,

And humbled in his presence prostrate fall.

Praise Him-Redemption now is on the wing
To take from life its gloom, to take from Death his

sting:

Praise his Glorious Name

Praise Him-The human breast can drink his vital

ray;

Praise Him-Eternal Hope doth bloom in mortal

clay;

Praise Him-Ten thousand joys are centred in his

word;

Praise Him-His Spirit now is shed abroad,
A heart-reviving flame;
Praise Him-The prison'd soul shall yet survive to

see

Her immortality ;—

Sing Hallelujah, Hallelujah from afar

Sing praise from world to world-sing praise from

star to star:

PRAISE THE LORD! HALLELUJAH!
W. MARTIN.

NATURE, NATURAL SCENERY, &c.

NATURE'S BENEFICENCE.

OH! Holy Nature! handmaid of a kind
And bounteous Deity:-Thou givest us all,
With unrepining hand and smiling face;
While the base world deceives, betrays,

And mocks us with vain show:-Thou art our mother,
And knowest all our many wants, and holdest
The breast of nurture with a smile of love,
Pressing us to thy bosom in our tears,
And givest us gentle slumber, and the kiss
Of peace upon our eyelids. Happy he

Who trusts, and knows thee, and can follow thee
With admiration through the varied year,
Of sunlight and of shadow, glory, storm;
For there's a spirit breathing through the whole
Of thy fair works, that finds its partner, love,
Within the heart of man; that calls the soul
From its dull sleep, and bids it ride the clouds
In extacies uncloying: such hath power

To bring up withered hopes to light and life,
And holier thoughts renew. Spring doth whisper
forth,

E'en with the violets' odour, happy thoughts

And kindred aspirations; such as seem

To make the heart bud out again afresh,

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With hopes that are eternal: summer's sun
In brightest glory lighting up the meads,
The sombre grove, the playful waterfall,
And the sublime cascade with rainbow tints,
Smileth away the sadness of the heart,
And makes its beatings joyful; and the airs
On which the harvest hymn goes up to heaven,
Bear the rapt soul in their melodious swell,
And fan to flame within the bosom's core
Those fires which winter's frosts can never kill!
W. MARTIN.

NATURE'S VOTARY.

SCORN not fair Nature's votary, for he
Connects her glories with the hidden things
Of a celestial world; takes from the earth
In greenness, or in blossom, or when bronzed
By the autumnal gales, or silvered o'er
By winter's hoary breathings, morals, thoughts,
Comforts and sweetest musings. He, who said,
"Behold the lilies of the field," ne'er gazed
Upon his father's works without a smile.
There dwells within the rugged woods no wrong,
Hatred and envy, spite and malice, hold
No citadels in solitude. Though rocks
And mountains pile in inaccessible

And haughty mightiness, yet still the music
Of that sweet bird, which soars upon the morn,
Is heard upon their barrenness; for nature
Hath something still to soften and subdue;
And all those aspects of ferocity

She wears in storm and tempest, serve to fill