Brixton Hill. Then O ye much-lov'd happy saints Happy to all eternity. W. H. L. THE PILGRIM. "They shall see his face".-Rev. xxii. 4. Or where the thirsty Lybian desert burns. What bliss he feels with faithful friends to meet, For sorrow's chilling damp will intervene, For those whose face he ne'er shall more behold; Their memory transient as a tale once told. But when the pilgrim from his earthly course, Then shall he "see His face"-transporting thought! Then Death no more shall burst the kindred tie, Woolwich. Οὐδεις. THE STAR OF HOPE. WHILE pacing this valley of tears, A pilgrim and stranger below, See yonder a light amidst darkness appears, 'Tis the bright star of Hope, which, with luminous ray, The mariner, ploughing the main, Beat back by the winds and the waves, With the bright star of Hope shining full in his view, As the sweet lowly flow'ret that blooms, And, fann'd by the zephyrs, emits its perfumes, When laid on the bed of disease, The pris'ner of anguish and pain, How much do we long for the blessing of ease, Till wishing seems almost in vain. This star, so refulgent, oft rises to cheer The night of affliction, though gloomy and drear. The heaven-bound pilgrim, oft cross'd Did not Hope's blessed star, rising bright to his view, But the flowers of earth will all fade, And Spring hasten quickly away; The light of the morn be succeeded by shade, And our highest enjoyments decay; While the pilgrim who follows this star with delight, EMMELINE. ON SEEING THE MORTAL REMAINS OF A CHRISTIAN. EMBLEM of calm repose, No cares alloy thy breast; Can now disturb thy rest; For thou art freed from ev'ry ill of life, Released by death from tumult, care, and strife. Emblem of all thy race, Who soon with life must part, To call the spirit from its house of clay, Emblem of mortal birth, Here in its mother earth, To be by worms refin❜d, Till the last day when Christ shall bid it rise, To soar with kindred saints beyond the skies. Birmingham. J. A. N. M. TRANSLATION Of the Inscription on the Cross of St. Thomas Aquinas, (page 25.) The Cross of the Lord, is with me; The Cross still my refuge shall be. THE CHRISTIAN'S IMPROVEMENT OF THE ABOVE. 'Tis not the Cross, but Christ who hung thereon, To rescue me from wrath's eternal fire. Yes, for my sins He groan'd, and bled, and died, No lightning now, nor thunderbolt I fear; J.S.HARVEY. |