Well may religion teach us then,
If we would glory seek;

Our walk must be with humble men-
Our hearts like children, meek,-
Let vain pride, pomp, and passion swell
Their foaming billows wild;

My spirit longs in peace to dwell,

More like a little child.

Oh! may thy tender voice, my son,
Pour forth in gentle lays;

What God to save a world has done,
And loudly chant his praise.

May many springs and summers bright,
Be given on earth, to thee;
And many happy birth-days light,
To blessed Eternity!

NATURE REJOICING.

WHEN holds the soul its festival,

O'er things which late a wreck have been?

When do the morning breezes call

Young violets to behold their queen :

And all the dewy primrose flowers,

Spread charms around their native bowers?
When April comes.

When laughs the eye of childish years,
To chase the roving butterfly?
When is the hawthorn hung with tears,
Reflecting all the fresh blue sky?
When are waves in murmurs sounding-
Proudly swelling-lightly bounding !

When Spring appears?

Then fields begin to show their pride,
And bear her welcome voice from far:-
Then Health, all joyful at her side,
Awaits to guide her radiant car;
On to earth, with rapture pressing?
Shedding there each vernal blessing.
O earth be glad!

The heav'ns unfold in spacious light—
Fair dawn of Nature's purest day!
And oft thereon, in hurried flight,

A cloud is seen to wing its way;
Mountains then in silence listen,
While the rains descending, glisten
In the sun's beam.

On cultured lawns, and smiling hills,
A thousand blossoms wake to life;
New songs are floating down the rills,
That seems to rush, with double strife
Through the valley, rife with gladness,
Shunning obscure haunts of sadness,

For blooming banks!

O praise ye HIM, whose wisdom fram'd The skies, and earth, and unknown deep! The stars, that sing his love, he nam'd;

And man, he, by his power, doth keep, Gaze with awe! on fountains springing High to heav'n, while rocks are ringing,

Hailing the Spring!

MARRIAGE.

How kind the Saviour smiled, and graced

The Marriage rite of old;

Its worth, his gentle actions placed,

Above the price of gold.

Pure bond of sympathetic love!

How strong thy tender ties ;

Warmed with the glories from above,
That kindle Summer skies.

Come then, dear fount of passions—stream

Thy holy blessings down;

In every home, be love the theme-
Each heart with fervour crown :
First-born of heaven, and blessed of God!
O why should sin destroy
Your shining paths, as when ye trod
A paradise of joy?

THE YOUNG MOTHER.

"A Mother's love-how sweet the name!
What is a Mother's love?"-MONTGOMERY.

HARK! with the evening bell,
'Midst Sabbath's holy calm ;
The tide of tender feelings swell,
And prove the spirit's balm.

"Tis not the voice of woe-
No murmurings are there-
But in those thankful accents flow,
A Mother's first warm prayer !

"God of my dawning years,

Oh! let me to thee cling;

Thou hast removed my doubts and fears,
Once more thy love I'll sing.

"When darkness filled the night,
My sorrow thou hast known:
And guided me by faith so bright,
To trust in thee alone!

"Thou answerer of prayer!

Oh! lift my soul to thee;

Thy mighty arm-thy mercy's care

Shall hold and comfort me—”

December's sudden breeze,

Disturbs each gentler sound;

And fierce the tempest shakes the trees,
And sweeps the barren ground.

Yet, He who guides the wind,
Still hears that pleading voice;
He hath not left his love behind,
But thus bids her rejoice.

"Child of my hopes below,

Thou fairest flower to me

Though Winter wears a robe of snow,
Spring's beauty comes with thee.