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HYMNS FOR CHILDHOOD.

INTRODUCTORY VERSES.

Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
Climb the wild mountain's airy brow;

And gaze afar o'er cultured plains,
And cities with their stately fanes,
And forests, that beneath thee lie,
And ocean mingling with the sky.

For man can show thee naught so fair
As Nature's varied marvels there;
And if thy pure and artless breast
Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest!

For thee the stream in beauty flows,
For thee the gale of summer blows;
And, in deep glen and wood-walk free,
Voices of joy still breathe for thee.

But happier far, if then thy soul
Can soar to Him who made the whole,

If to thine eye the simplest flower
Portray His bounty and His power!

If, in whate'er is bright or grand,
Thy mind can trace His viewless hand;
If Nature's music bid thee raise
Thy song of gratitude and praise ;

If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught,
Lead to His throne thy raptured thought,-
If there thou lovest His love to read,
Then, wand'rer, thou art blest indeed !

THE RAINBOW.

“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a

covenant between me and the earth.”—GENESIS, ix. 13.

Sort falls the mild reviving shower

From April's changeful skies,
And rain-drops bend each trembling flower

They tinge with richer dyes.

Soon shall their genial influence call

A thousand buds to-day,
Which, waiting but that balmy fall,

In hidden beauty lay.

E'en now full many a blossom's bell

With fragrance fills the shade;
And verdure clothes each grassy dell,

In brighter tints array'd.

But mark! what arch of varied hue

From heaven to earth is bow'd ? Haste, ere it vanish !-haste to view

The rainbow in the cloud !

How bright its glory! there behold

The emerald's verdant rays, The topaz blends its hue of gold

With the deep ruby's blaze.

Yet not alone to charm thy sight

Was given the vision fair-
Gaze on that arch of colour'd light,
And read God's

mercy

there.

It tells us that the mighty deep,

Fast by the Eternal chain'd, No more o'er earth's domains shall sweep,

Awful and unrestrain'd.

It tells that seasons, heat and cold,

Fix'd by his sovereign will,
Shall, in their course, bid man behold

Seed-time and harvest still ;

That still the flower shall deck the field,

When vernal zephyrs blow,
That still the vine its fruit shall yield,

When autumn sunbeams glow.

Then, child of that fair earth! which yet

Smiles with each charm endow'd,

Bless thou His name, whose mercy set

The rainbow in the cloud !

THE SUN.

The sun comes forth : each mountain-height
Glows with a tinge of rosy light,
And flowers that slumber'd through the night

Their dewy leaves unfold ;
A flood of splendour bursts on high,
And ocean's breast gives back a sky

All steep'd in molten gold.

Oh! thou art glorious, orb of day!
Exulting nations hail thy ray,
Creation swells a choral lay

To welcome thy return;
From thee all nature draws her hues,
Thy beams the insect's wing suffuse,

And in the diamond burn.

Yet must thou fade! When earth and heaven
By fire and tempest shall be riven,
Thou, from thy sphere of radiance driven,

O sun ! must fall at last ;
Another heaven, another earth,
New power, new glory shall have birth,

When all we see is past.

But He who gave the word of might, “Let there be light,”—and there was light,

Who bade thee chase the gloom of night,

And beam the world to bless ; For ever bright, for ever pure, Alone unchanging shall endure

The Sun of Righteousness!

THE RIVERS.

Go! trace th' unnumber'd streams, o'er earth

That wind their devious course,
That draw from Alpine heights their birth,

Deep vale, or cavern source.

Some by majestic cities glide,

Proud scenes of man's renown; Some lead their solitary tide

Where pathless forests frown.

Some calmly roll o'er golden sands,

Where Afric's deserts lie;
Or spread, to clothe rejoicing lands

With rich fertility.

These bear the bark, whose stately sail

Exulting seems to swell;
While these, scarce rippled by a gale,

Sleep in the lonely dell.

Yet on, alike, though swift or slow

Their various waves may sweep,

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