Then sunk the star of Solyma— "Go"-said the Lord-"ye conquerors! Is there an Unbeliever? THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.-Music by Bayly S there an unbeliever! Is One man who walks the earth, He robs mankind for ever Of hope beyond the tomb ; What gives he as a recompense ?— * Jer. xvii. 6. † Jer. v. ro. Jer. vii. 32. The Dumb Creation. In manhood's loftiest hour, In health, in strength, and pride, Where man hath rarely trod, Yes, the proud heart will ever Still madly he'll deny. But see the unbeliever Sinking in death's decay, And hear the cry of penitence ; He never learnt to pray! The Dumb Creation. MISS ANNE C. LYNCH. EAL kindly with those speechless ones DE That throng our gladsome earth; Say not the bounteous gift of life Alone is nothing worth. What though with mournful memories They sigh not for the past? What though their ever-joyous now No future overcast? No aspirations fill their breast With longings undefined; They live, they love, and they are blest, For what they seek and find. 179 They see no mystery in the stars, To them earth is a final home, To this fair world our human hearts Between the future and the past Retreats the promised land. But though Love, Fame, and Wealth, and Power, Bind in their gilded band, We pine to grasp the unattain’d— The something still beyond. And, beating on their prison bars, They pierce beyond the tomb. Then say thou not, oh! doubtful heart! That in some tearless, cloudless land Thou shalt not find thy home! Is Resignation. Resignation. E. YOUNG. S Resignation's lesson hard? That duty gives up little more Than anguish of the mind. Grief's most inglorious coward tears They cast a sudden glory round Resign, and all the load of life Who bids us lay our burden down On His Almighty hand; Softens our duty to relief, To blessing, His command. For joy what cause? how every sense The year around with presents rich, But most o'erlook the blessings pour'd, Forget the wonders done, And terminate, wrapt up in sense, Their prospect at the sun. 181 From that, their final point of view, Sets out the nobler soul Broke loose from time's tenacious ties To range at last its vast domain, Who would not with a heart at ease, Thy will is welcome, let it wear Roar waves! rage winds! I know that Thou For what is Resignation? 'tis And wisdom grasping with a hand Song of Praise. Psalm cxiv. 10. J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by Stephen Glover. 'OME, let's sing in tuneful numbers COM Songs of triumph, songs of praise; All creation hymns His glory, Let us then our voices raise. |