Then sunk the star of Solyma—
Then pass'd her glory's day,
Like heath that in the wilderness *
The wild winds whirl away.
Silent and waste her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod,
And sunk those guilty towers,
Where Baal reign'd as God.

"Go"-said the Lord-"ye conquerors!
"Steep in her blood your swords,
And raze to earth her battlements, +
For they are not the Lord's.
Till Zion's mournful daughter+
O'er kindred's bones shall tread,
And Hinnom's vale of slaughter
Shall hide but half her dead!"

Is there an Unbeliever?

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.-Music by Bayly

S there an unbeliever!

Is

One man who walks the earth,
And madly doubts that Providence
Watch'd o'er him at his birth?

He robs mankind for ever

Of hope beyond the tomb ;

What gives he as a recompense ?—
The brute's unhallow'd doom.

* Jer. xvii. 6.

† Jer. v. ro.

Jer. vii. 32.

The Dumb Creation.

In manhood's loftiest hour,

In health, in strength, and pride,
Oh! lead his steps through alleys green,
Where rills 'mid cowslips glide;
Climb nature's granite tower,

Where man hath rarely trod,
And will he then, in such a scene,
Deny there is a God?

Yes, the proud heart will ever
Prompt the false tongue's reply,—
An Omnipotent Providence

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.

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They see no mystery in the stars,
No wonder in the plain,
And life's enigma wakes in them
No questions dark and vain.

To them earth is a final home,
A bright and blest abode;
Their lives unconsciously flow on
In harmony with God.

To this fair world our human hearts
Their hopes and longings bring,
And o'er its beauty and its bloom
Their own dark shadows fling.

Between the future and the past
In wild unrest we stand,
And ever as our feet advance,

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,
Our spirits ask more room,
And with unanswer'd questionings,

They pierce beyond the tomb.

Then say thou not, oh! doubtful heart!
There is no life to come:

That in some tearless, cloudless land

Thou shalt not find thy home!

Is

Resignation.

Resignation.

E. YOUNG.

S Resignation's lesson hard?
Examine, we shall find

That duty gives up little more

Than anguish of the mind.

Grief's most inglorious coward tears
From brutal eyes have ran;
Smiles, incommunicable smiles,
Are radiant marks of man.

They cast a sudden glory round
The illumined human face;
And light in sons of honest joy
Some beams of Moses' face.

Resign, and all the load of life
That moment you remove;
Its heavy tax, ten thousand cares
Devolve on One above;

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
Is courted from above!

The year around with presents rich,
The growth of endless love!

But most o'erlook the blessings pour'd,

Forget the wonders done,

And terminate, wrapt up in sense,

Their prospect at the sun.

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From that, their final point of view,
From that, their radiant goal,
On travel infinite of thought

Sets out the nobler soul

Broke loose from time's tenacious ties
And earth's involving gloom,

To range at last its vast domain,
And talk with worlds to come.

Who would not with a heart at ease,
Bright eye, unclouded brow,
Wisdom and goodness at the helm,
The roughest ocean plough?

Thy will is welcome, let it wear
Its most tremendous form;

Roar waves! rage winds! I know that Thou
Canst save me in a storm.

For what is Resignation? 'tis
Man's weakness understood;

And wisdom grasping with a hand
Far stronger, every good.

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.