LINES IN MEMORY OF JOHN THORNTON. THEE to deplore were grief misspent indeed; Thine had a value in the scales of heaven, Nice in its choice, and of a tempered heat; And cheers the drooping flowers, unheard, unseen. CowPER. ENCOURAGEMENT TO PARENTS. Prov. xxii. 6. FATHER, watching o'er thy child, In the soil by sin defiled, Sow the seed, and sow with prayer. Though the winter o'er it spread, Though no fruit nor flower appear, It may not be lost or dead, Still refrain not in despair. One day heavenly light may shine, Though perchance it meet thine eyes EDMESTON. CHRISTIAN EXERTION. TELL me not in mournful numbers Life is real! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, LONGFELLOW. ANXIETY, Isaiah L. 10. ALONG my earthly way How many snares are spread! Darkness with scarce a cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head. And if the beauteous bow Of Hope sometimes appears, Like earth's, 'tis but a sign of woe, On showers of falling tears. Yet Father, Thou art love; Oh may my heart be bent Lead me, and then my feet Shall never, never stray; But safely I shall reach the seat EDMESTON. APPEAL OF THE BLIND. SUNG BY BOYS IN AN ASYLUM. YE see the glorious sun The varied landscape light, The moon, with all her starry train, For us there glows no sun, No green and flowery lawn; To all our sorrows true, The brother's brow, the sister's smile, We have a lamp within, That knowledge fain would light, And pure Religion's radiance touch, With beams for ever bright. Say, shall it rise to share Such radiance full and free? And will ye keep a Saviour's charge, MRS. SIGOURNEY. H IMPATIENCE. "Neither murmur ye."-I. Cor. x. 10. Surely it is a murmuring tone That strikes upon my ear, Is it thy portion, here below, And as thy neighbour's riches grow, No earthly treasure hast thou got?— 'Tis God's appointment-murmur not. Or hast thou weakness, pain, or scorn, Art thou forsaken and forlorn, Yet keep thee from the sinful blot, Remember that our Lord was poor, He loved thee—and He murmured not. |