FORGIVE! O GOD! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to Thy temple fly; Wilt Thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven? "Forgive!" a blessed voice replied, "and thou shalt be forgiven!" My foemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride, They render evil for my good, my patience they deride; Arise, O King! and be the proud to righteous ruin Seven times, O Lord! I pardon'd them, seven times they sinn'd again; They practise still to work me woe, they triumph in my pain ; But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resent 66 ment driven ! 66 Forgive!" the voice of thunder spake, or never be forgiven !" BISHOP HEBER, 1783-1826. MY OWN TRUE-HEARTED WIFE! I SIT beside my gentle one: Her hand is laid in mine; And thus we watch the parting sun In golden haze decline. Across the fields the shadows creep, And up the misty hill; And we our twilight vigils keep, The distant brooklet's murmurs come, Like bell-notes through the leaves; And many an insect's mazy hum Its dreamy music weaves. The dove's last note, in rippling beats, The breath of all our garden sweets The russet woodbine round our porch They paint upon my darling's brow Her cheek is nestling on my breast, Oh! blessed be the changeless love All doubt, all fear, all guile above— -American Miscellany. CHARITY TRIUMPHANT. DID sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue, Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind, Softens the high, and rears the abject mind; Each other gift, which God on man bestows, Its proper bounds, and due reflection knows; To one fix'd purpose dedicates its power, And finishing its act, exists no more. Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease; But lasting Charity's more ample sway, Nor bound by Time, nor subject to decay, In happy triumph shall for ever live, And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. As through the artist's intervening glass, Our eye observes the distant planets pass; A little we discover; but allow, That more remains unseen than art can show ; So while our mind its knowledge would improve, (Its feeble eye intent on things above,) High as we may, we lift our reason up, By Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope; Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams, and promises of day. Heaven's fuller influence mocks our dazzled sight, But soon the mediate cloud shall be dispell'd; Then constant Faith, and holy Hope shall die, Shalt stand before the host of heaven confess'd, MATTHEW PRIOR, 1664-1721. FRIENDSHIP DEFINED. LOVE, nature's plot, this great creation's soul, From whence man's happiness and safety springs : |