Bow in the cloud! thy hues so bright Return to undivided light; Even so shall we, in God's dear Son, With all our shades at length be one! W. N. N. "THEY SHALL MOUNT UP ON WINGS AS EAGLES." PROUD bird of the mountain! thy pinion thou spreadest, Not the bright sunbeam of summer thou dreadest, And glorious communion thou holdest with heaven, Proud bird of the mountain! in majesty blest! And such is the Christian, in safety abiding, Tho' lightning and tempest encompass him round; He refuge and strength with Jehovah hath found! And where is the home of his spirit? Oh, listen To the notes of his song as in music they swell; As he looks on the home where ere long he shall dwell! E. M. J. THE BARREN FIG TREE. LUKE XIII. 6. BY THE REV. DR. RAFFLES. "BARREN still this tree is found, But, the Dresser cries, " Forbear— Let it stand another year. At thy feet it shall be laid, Lord, this parable's for me: I have peaceful Sabbath days, SONNETS. THE WORLDLING TO THE POET. POOR thoughtful fool, who from the careless throng, And the vain visions of impassion'd song 'Mid which thy spirit, unrestrained and strong, In words embodies what she should repress: Thoughts which alone unto thy tribe belong; Unfashionable virtues-Liberty. The loveliness of truth, and sages old, Who labour'd in her cause, and suffered by The hate and venom of her enemy: And wilt thou still in her lost cause be bold? Beware, beware! And thy rash censure hold! The world, as it was erst, is still the same, THE POET TO THE WORldling. I CANNOT change the colour of the thought, With which my frame is full-nor yet conceal And revels in a world denied to thee, Peopled with all that's bright and flourishing, Where all is beauty, love, and purity; This is not losing present good for fame, But rising 'bove the present ill to good; Therefore, poor Worldling, cease thy voice of blame, CAMBRIAN JONES. |