The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;

There's nothing true' but Heaven!

And false the light | on glory's plume,
As fading hues' of even;

And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom,
Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb;
There's nothing bright but Heaven!
Poor wanderers | of a stormy day,

From wave to wave we're driven;
And fancy's flash, and reason's ray,
Serve but to light' the troubled way;
There's nothing calm ' but Heaven!

XIII-All things are God's.

Thou art, O God, the life and light |
Of all this wondrous world | we see;
Its glow' by day, its smile' by night,
Are but reflections | caught from thee:
Where'er we turn | thy glories shine,
And all things fair | and bright | are thine,
When day with farewell beam | delays,
Among the opening clouds | of even,
And we can almost think we gaze |
Through golden vistas | into heaven;
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.

When night, with wings of stormy gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,

Like some dark | beauteous bird, whose plume |
Is sparkling with a thousand eyes;

That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.

When youthful spring | around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh,
And every flower the summer wreathes,
Is born | beneath that kindling eye;
Where'er we turn | thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright | are thine.

That day of wrath! that dreadful day!
When heaven' and earth | shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay,-
How shall he meet' that dreadful day?
When, shrivelling' like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells' the loud trump that wakes the dead |
O! on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment' wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth | shall flee away.

M.-SKETCHES OF NATURAL HISTORY.

I.The Coot.

[The Water-hen and the Coot cannot properly be called web-footed; but they have a sort of membrane, which fringes their toes on each side, and adapts them for swimming. The Coot frequents rivers, and rushy-margined lakes. It there

makes a nest of such weeds as the stream supplies, and lays them among the reeds, floating on the surface, and rising and falling with the water. The reeds among which it is built keep it fast, so that it is seldom washed into the middle of the stream. But should this occur, and it does sometimes happen, the bird sits in her nest, like a mariner in his boat, and by means of her legs, steers her cargo into the nearest place of safety. The Coot is sometimes, however, carried down by the current, till it even reaches the sea. In this voyage the birds encounter many dangers; being hunted by dogs and men, attacked by otters, or preyed upon by kites and falcons.]

On Сoot! oh bold, adventurous Coot,
1 pray thee' tell to me,
The perils of that stormy time,

That bore thee' to the sea!

I saw thee on the river fair,
Within thy sedgy screen;

Around thee grew the bulrush tall,
And reeds so strong and green.

The king-fisher | came back again,
To view thy fairy place;
The stately swan | sail'd statelier by,
As if thy home to grace.

But soon' the mountain flood' came down,
And bowed the bulrush strong;
And far above those tall green reeds,
The waters' poured along.

"And where is she, the Water-coot,"
I cried, "that creature good?"
But then I saw thee ' in thine ark,
Regardless of the flood.

Amid the foaming waves' thou satťst,
And steer'dst' thy little boat,
Thy nest of rush' and water-reed!
So bravely set afloat.

And on it went, and safely on,

That wild' and stormy tide;
And there thou satt'st, a mother-bird,
Thy young ones' at thy side.

Oh Coot! oh bold, adventurous Coot,
I pray thee tell to me,

The perils of that stormy time |

That bore thee to the sea!

Hadst thou no fear, as night came down, |

Upon thy watery way,

Of enemies, and dangers dire |

That round about thee lay?

Didst thou not see' the falcon grim |
Swoop down' as thou passed by?
And 'mong the waving water-flags[
The lurking otter lie?

The eagle's scream | came wildly near,
Yet, caused it no alarm?

Nor man, who seeing thee, weak thing,
Did strive to do thee harm?

And down the foaming waterfall,

As thou wast borne along,

Hadst thou no dread? Oh daring bird,
Thou hadst a spirit strong!

Yes, thou hadst fear! But he who sees I
The sparrows when they fall;

He saw thee, bird, and gave thee strength |
To brave' thy perils all.

He kept thy little ark' afloat;

He watched' o'er thine' and thee; And safely through the foaming flood, Hath brought thee to the sea!

II.-The Lion.

LION, thou art girt with might,
King by uncontested right;
Strength, and majesty, and pride |
Are in thee' personified!
Slavish doubt or timid fear
Never came thy spirit near;
What it is to fly or bow |
To a mightier' than thou,