LOVE'S IMMORTALITY. [SOUTHEY.] THEY sin who tell us love can die! All others are but vanity, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth : Then bath in heaven its perfect rest: Hath she not then, for pains and fears, An over-payment of delight? ODE TO DUTY. [WORDSWORTH.] STERN daughter of the voice of God! When empty terrors overawe; From strife and from despair; a glorious ministry. [fast! And Thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And bless'd are they who in the main This faith, even now, do entertain: Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet find that other strength, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: Upon my present happiness, I shoved unwelcome tasks away; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, My hopes no more must change their name, Yet not the less would I throughout Denial and restraint I prize No farther than they breed a second Will more wise. Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient Heavens through thee are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power! And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! LOVE'S GROWTH. [REV. H. STEBBING.] I KNEW them when the rosiest light of love was on their brow When their hearts were throbbing deep and quick first conscious of its glow. Beautiful were they in its joy and the brightness of their truth, And musical as silver harps the voices of their youth. I walked with them through many years—their gladness shed a light O'er a path that my own fate or hopes had never made so bright; And every sun that rose and set, their love more fervent grew, As if heaven never from hearts its burning beams with drew. And sweeter seemed the tones of each gentle voice to sound, As time and converse fond and sweet, their souls more closely bound; And brighter every day, I thought, their beaming brows became, With the living thoughts that nurture hope, and love's undying flame. I saw them in their happy home, and by their winter hearth, The world nor harmed them with its lures, nor tempests with their wrath; A charmed life was in their hearts, a spell divinely wrought, O would that oftener human hearts that spell divine were taught! Love changeless kept all else from change, and glad they past along, Life's course but varied as the flow and measure of a song; And time prest on them, but with form so gracious and so mild, I ever deemed their smiles the same I loved so when a child. Beautiful were they in their youth-and when I saw them lie In their last sleep, I looked and knew man's spirit could not die: Love filled them with its purest light-their hearts its place of birth, And would that bright Immortal dwell in shrines that are but earth? EVENING PRAYER. [REV. T. DALE.] SHOULD some seraph wing his flight, Not o'er halls of regal pride; Fame the hero's brow is wreathing; |