A selection from "Vivia Perpetua" is given in Vol. VII. of this work, where it is prefaced by a short critique from the pen of Dr. Garnett, who says of it, "Vivia Perpetua' is unsatisfactory as a play. but has deep human interest as an idealised representation of the authoress's mind and heart. In the character of Vivia she has shadowed forth her own moral affections and intellectual convictions, and the intensity of her feelings frequently exalts her diction, else artless and slightly conventional, into genuine eloquence. The moral charm, however, takes precedence of the artistic, as is to be expected in the work of a true woman. Lyrical enthusiasm atones in no small measure for the lack of the constructive faculty, and 'Vivia Perpetua' fulfils better than many more ambitious works Milton's demand that poetry should be 'simple, sensuous, and passionate.' The authoress would probably have left a higher reputation if she had given freer scope to her natural instinct for lyrical poetry, instead of devoting her most strenuous endeavour to the difficult undertaking of reviving the poetical drama." Her hymn, "Nearer, my God, to Thee," has been one of the most popular of modern hymns, as it is certainly one of the most beautiful. Others less known, if but little inferior, will be found in the following pages. ALFRED H. MILES. HYMNS. SARAH FLOWER ADAMS. 1.-NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. TEARER, my God, to Thee, NEA Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Though like the wanderer, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be There let the way appear, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then with my waking thoughts, Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, -O! I WOULD SING A SONG OF PRAISE. ! I would sing a song of praise, 0' Natural as the breeze That stirs amongst the forest trees, Weary never, Summer's prime or wintry days— O! I would sing a song of praise, Incense sending Up, to bless their parent rays— O! I would sing a song of praise, When heaven comes to us in the light Influence streaming, Draws us upward while we gaze So should rise my song of praise. To Thee, O God, a song of praise, With breeze, and bloom, and star, We inherit All from Thee; then let us raise Songs of praise-immortal praise! III.-O HALLOWED MEMORIES OF THE PAST. 0 Still be your light upon us cast, In vain shall man deny, Or bid your mission cease, Of love, and hope, and peace. For hearts the beautiful that feel, While bursts confession forth, That, since the world began, E'er match'd the heart of man. And while from out our dying dust In death there is no fear, There's radiance through the gloom, The angels of the tomb. Then, hallowed memories of the past, Still be your light upon us cast, In vain shall man deny, Or bid your mission cease; Of love, and hope, and peace. IV. HE SENDETH SUN, HE SENDETH SHOWER. E sendeth sun, He sendeth shower, HE Alike they're needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs, whom they trust and love? A trusting, loving child to Thee: O! ne'er will I at life repine- |