And now while on the earth I stay, my motto this shall be, "To live no longer to myself, but Him who And graven on my inmost soul this word of truth divine, "They that turn many to the Lord bright as the stars shall shine." S. S. Treasury. Evening. ATHER! by Thy love and power On the lowliest weed that grows, Saviour! to thy Father bear Wishes to Thy cross untrue, Secret faults and undescried, Meet Thy spirit-piercing view: Blessed Saviour! yet through Thee Pray that these may pardoned be. Holy Spirit! breath of balm! Blessed Trinity! be near Through the hours of darkness drear; Watch o'er our defenceless head, Sleep. HEN in the silvery moonlight The lengthen'd shadows fall, When the river's tranquil murmur From the little bud of the daisy, And the young bird in the nest, It comes to the poor man's garret, On the sick man's tossing, feverish couch, It lays a blessed spell. And the Holy One who sends it down, For a healing and a balm, Doth bless it with a mighty power He counts the buds that fade and droop, And closes weary, aching eyes, With the holy kiss of sleep: The truest comfort He has given Nor tears nor sleep shall know. Mrs. Broderip. Good Night. OOD night, good night, Now fades the light, And darkness spreads her wings; Soft dews doth weep, And nature her vesper sings. Sweet visions rest Each aching breast, Softly as dews distil; Eased be the strain Of the wearied brain, And as the gleams Of the moon's pale beams, Silver the woodlands wide, All peace from heaven, Thy light at eventide. And thoughts of home, Draw thee above, To the home we love, And so abide, Each eventide, Nearer that land of peace, Whose golden light Fades not in night, Whose songs can never cease. For all Thy care this day Jesus Emmanuel, Come in Thy love to dwell In hearts contrite; For many sins we grieve, N L. R. |