ANSWER TO W. ROSCOE,

ON PARTING WITH HIS LIBRARY.

THOU art not friendless now-thou on whose head
The daystar of delight so long hath shone,
Friend of the friendless! though his beams be gone,
And o'er thy path dark clouds may lower instead,
Arm thy strong soul anew; with firmness tread
Thy destined road, and let thy manly breast
In the calm confidence of honour rest,

Rich in the only wealth it coveted.

Live on in hope! seek thy pure treasure there-
There where the good man garners up his trust;

And if the record of his deeds be fair,

Esteems all else but vanity and dust;

Content to know, whate'er the fate he share,
That God appoints it still, and God is just.

SONNET.

BY W. ROSCOE.

GOD of the changeful year!-amidst the glow
Of strength and beauty, and transcendent grace,
Which on the mountain heights, or deep below,

In sheltered vales, and each sequestered place,
Thy forms of vegetable life assume,—

Whether thy pines, with giant arms displayed, Brave the cold north, or, wrapt in eastern gloom, Thy trackless forests sweep, a world of shade; Or whether, scenting ocean's heaving breast, Thy odoriferous isles unnumbered rise;

Or under various lighter forms imprest,

Of fruits and flowers, thy work delights our eyes; God of all life! whate'er those forms may be,

O! may they all unite in praising thee.

SYMPATHY.

"Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ."

STUPENDOUS LOVE! He who could still the storm,
And feed assembled thousands at a word,

Dwelt among men, and took a servant's form,
Instructing by example, though their Lord.

With weary steps the Syrian sands he trod,
Hunger and thirst and toil for them he bore;
Showed how to do the perfect will of God,
Teaching as men were never taught before.

Shall we not then a brother's burden bear-
Feel for his woes, his errors too forgive-
In his dark days, in all his sunshine share,
And learn in sympathy's sweet bonds to live?

Can we be Christians, if the heart unkind,

A brother's good or ill indifferent feel; Unapt to bear, but quick the fault to find, Ready to wound, but unprepared to heal?

Then let us learn of Him, who what He taught,
He gives the true disciple grace to do-
Renounce unkindness, dread the hardening thought,
And while we own the Gospel, prove it true.

CONSOLATION.

"We sorrow not as those who have no hope."

THE loved, but not the lost!

Oh, no! they have not ceased to be,

Nor live alone in memory;

"Tis we who still are tossed

O'er life's wild sea, 'tis we who die,

They only live whose life is immortality.

The loved, but not the lost!

Why should our ceaseless tears be shed
O'er the cold turf that wraps the dead,

As if their names were crossed

From out the book of life? Ah no!

"Tis we who scarcely live that linger still below.

The loved, but not the lost!
In heaven's own panoply arrayed,
They met the conflict undismayed;

They counted well the cost

Of battle-now their crown is won;

Our sword is scarce unsheathed, our warfare just begun.