And neither fin nor sorrow be The land to which thou'rt going. "He thy Saviour and thy guide, For thy guilty sake that died, Even now is by thy fide, Comfort thoughts bestowing. Angelic forms their arms extend, And smileth many a long-loft friend Glad welcome to thy journey's end The land to which thou 'rt going." Then, as the burden of their song That group of mourners throwing; The land to which I'm going. X Ο OVER THE RIVER. VER the river they beckon to me Loved ones who've croffed to the further fide; The gleam of their snowy robes I see, But their voices are drowned in the rufhing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue; He croffed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there; The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me! Over the river, the boatman pale • Carried another the household pet: Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale - She croffed on her bosom her dimpled hands, And all our sunshine grew ftrangely dark. My childhood's idol is waiting for me. For none return from those quiet shores, And catch a gleam of the snowy sail, And lo! they have paffed from our yearning heart; That hides from our vifion the gates of day. And I fit and think, when the sunset's gold, And lift for the sound of the boatman's oar; Mifs N. A. W. Priest. HEAVEN. HEAVEN. AN ANCIENT HYMN. RIEF life is here our portion, BRI Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. Reward of grace how wondrous ! Short toil, eternal reft! Oh! miracle of mercy, That rebels fhould be bleft! That we, with fin polluted, Should have our home so high! That we fhould dwell in mansions Beyond the starry sky! And now we fight the battle, And then we wear the crown Of full and everlasting And ever bright renown. I know not, oh! I know not What light beyond compare; There is the throne of David; O Plains that fear no ftrife! 4444 HEREAFTER. THOU, on earth beloved, adored, I see thee now without a veil, |