2.

O may we feel each brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
May sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

3.

Free us from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes fix above;

May each his brother's failings hide, And show a brother's love.

4.

Let love in one delightful stream
Through every bosom flow;
And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.

5.

Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven, that finds
His bosom glow with love.

ALL nature feels attractive power,
A strong embracing force;

The drops that sparkle in the shower,
The planets in their course.

2.

Thus in the universe of mind
Is felt the law of love,

The charity both strong and kind
For all that live and move.

3.

In this fine sympathetic chain
All creatures bear a part,
Their every pleasure, every pain,
Link'd to the feeling heart.

4.

More perfect bond, the Christian plan
Attaches soul to soul;

Our neighbour is the suffering man,
Though at the furthest pole.

5.

To earth below, from heaven above,
The faith in Christ profest

More clear reveals that God is love,
And whom he loves is blest.

LIKE crowds of weary pilgrims here
We're travelling to our home:
All find some sorrow in their sphere,
And wait for joys to come.

2.

Then let us learn the heavenly art
Each others' griefs to share :
Let mutual love swell every heart
And lessen every care.

3.

O may we feel some generous glow
In helping the distrest;

Content to share another's woe,

And in his bliss be blest;

4.

Till to that world of heavenly rest
Our willing souls shall rise,
Where perfect love fills every breast,
And every sorrow dies!

HUMANITY! thou sent of God,
When earth was heard to mourn,
To trace the steps our Saviour trod,
And wait till his return:

2.

Here, angel-virtue, shake thy plumes,
Their incense here impart;

And wing the willing hand that comes
With succour from the heart.

3.

Close at thy side, see faith attend,
And point her golden rod,

While hope, still brightening to the end,
Here seeks her parent God.

1.

O SWEETER than the fragrant flower

At evening's dewy close,

The will, united with the power,
To succour human woes!

2.

And softer than the softest strain
Of music to the ear,

That placid joy we give and gain
By gratitude sincere.

471. L. M.

DRUMMOND,

Charity.

1.

COME, let us sound her praise abroad,
Sweet charity, the child of God!
Hers, on whose kind maternal breast,
The shelter'd babes of misery rest.

2.

Who, when she sees the sufferer bleed,
Reckless of name or sect or creed,

Comes with prompt hand and look benign
To bathe his wounds in oil and wine:

3.

Who in her robe the sinner hides,

And soothes and pities while she chides; Who lends an ear to every cry,

And asks no plea but misery.

4.

Her tender mercies freely fall,

Like heaven's refreshing dews, on all;
Encircling in their wide embrace
Her friends, her foes, the human race.

5.

Nor bounded to the earth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown;
Wherever faith's rapt thought has soar'd,
Or hope her upward flight explored.

SUPPLEMENT

TO BOOK VI.

ON LIFE AND DEATH, TIME AND ETERNITY.

472. L. M. JOHN TAYLOR.

[And all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred, sixty and nine years, and he died. Gen. v. 27.]

1.

LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man's busy generations pass,

And while we gaze their forms are gone.

2.

Vain was the boast of lengthen'd years,
The patriarch's full maturity;

'Twas but a larger drop to swell
The ocean of eternity.

3.

"He lived, he died;" behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page!

Alike in God's all-seeing eye

The infant's day, the patriarch's age.