gave thee, "I give thee to thy God!—the God that And, precious as thou art, And pure as dew of Hermon, He shall have thee, My own, my beautiful, my undefiled! And thou shalt be His child. "Therefore, farewell!-I go; my soul may fail me As the stag panteth for the water-brooks, But thou, my first-born, droop not, nor bewail me; The Rock of strength-Farewell." Mrs. Hemans. THE CHILD IN THE WILDERNESS. The moon was bright, the air was free, In place so silent and so wild?— Has he no friend, no loving mother near? Coleridge. SEEDS AND FRUITS. WE scatter seeds with careless hand, Their fruit appears In seeds that mar the land The deeds we do the words we say We count them ever past, But they shall last— In the dread judgment, they And we shall meet! Lyra Innocentium. THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ. MAY 28, 1857. Ir was fifty years ago, In the pleasant month of May, A child in the cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took Thy Father has written for thee." 1 Agassiz-the distinguished Swiss naturalist, who has been for many years a Professor in Harvard College, Cambridge, Massachusetts. It was he who once wrote, 'You study Nature in the house, and when you go out of doors you cannot find her.' "Come wander with me," she said, And he wandered away and away And whenever the way seemed long, So she keeps him still a child, Though at times his heart beats wild Though at times he hears in his dreams And the mother at home says, "Hark! It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return! Longfellow. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper 1 had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes, as the fairy-flax, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, The skipper he stood beside the helm, And watched how the veering flaw 2 did blow Then up and spake an old sailor, "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, Colder and colder blew the wind, Down came the storm and smote amain She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, 1 Skipper-man of the ship, captain. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow." He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat, He cut a rope from a broken spar, "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, "O father! I hear the sound of guns, "O father! I see a gleaming light, But the father answered never a word,— Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, |