4.-LIFT THE HEART AND BEND THE KNEE.-Mrs. Hemans. * Child, amidst the flowers at play, while the red light fades away;— Mother, with thy earnest eye ever following silently;-Father, by the breeze of eve called thy harvest-work to leave;-pray !—ere yet the dark hours be; "lift the heart and bend the knee." 2 Traveller, in the stranger's land, far from thine own household band;-Mourner, haunted by the tone of a voice from this world gone ;-Captive, in whose narrow cell sunshine hath not leave to dwell;-Sailor, on the darkening sea; "lift the heart and bend the knee." 3 Warrior, that, from battle won, breathest now at set of sun;--Woman, o'er the lowly slain weeping on his burial plain-ye that triumph, ye that sigh, kindred by one holy tie ;-heaven's first star alike ye see:-"lift the heart and bend the knee." 5.-HOPE BEYOND THE GRAVE.-Beattie. ""Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save; But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? 'Twas thus, by the glare of false science betrayed, My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade, "O pity, great Father of light," then I cried, "Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee; From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free." And darkness and doubt are now flying away, Sec Truth, Love, and Mercy in triumph descending, And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, 6. THE TEACHING OF THE BIRDS.-Heber. 'Lo, the lilies of the field, how their leaves instruction yield; hark to Nature's lesson, given by the blessed birds of heaven! Every bush and tufted tree warbles sweet philosophy; "Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow; God provideth for the morrow! 2 Say, with richer crimson glows the kingly mantle than the rose? Say, have kings more wholesome fare than we, poor citizens of air? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, yet we carol merrily:-Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow; God provideth for the morrow! 3 One there lives, whose guardian eye guides our humble destiny; one there lives, who, Lord of all, keeps our feathers lest they fall. Pass we blithely then the time, fearless of the snare and lime-free from doubt and faithless sorrow: God provideth for the morrow!" 7.-TO GOD, IN SICKNESS.-Herrick. What though my harp and viol be 8.-MISSIONARY HYMN.-Heber. From Greenland's icy mountains, from India's coral strand, What though the spicy breezes blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; 50.-EVENING.-Fletcher. Shepherds all, and maidens fair, fold your flocks up; for the air 'gins to thicken, and the sun already his great course has run. See the dewdrops, how they kiss every little flower that is; hanging on their velvet heads, like a rope of crystal beads. See the heavy clouds low falling, and bright Hesperus down-calling the dead Night from underground; at whose rising, mists unsound, damps and vapours, fly apace, hovering o'er the wanton face of these pastures, where they come striking dead both bud and bloom. Therefore, from such danger, lock every one of his loved flock; and let your dogs lie loose without,-lest the wolf come, as a scout from the mountain, and ere day bear a kid or lamb away; or the crafty, thievish fox break upon your simple flocks. To secure yourself from these, be not too secure in ease. So shall you good shepherds prove, and deserve your Master's love. Now, good night! may sweetest slumbers and soft silence fall in numbers on your eyelids; so, farewell!—Thus I end my evening knell. 51.-HOW-D'YE-DO AND GOOD-BYE.-Spencer. One day Good-bye met How-d'ye-do, too close to shun saluting; But soon the rival sisters flew from kissing to disputing. 66 Away!" says How-d'ye-do ; your mien appals my cheerful nature : No name so sad as yours is seen in sorrow's nomenclature. "Ere How-d'ye-do has tuned each tongue to 'Hope's delighted measure,' Good-bye replied, "Your statement's true, and well your cause you've pleaded; But pray, who'd think of How-d'ye-do,' unless 'Good-bye' preceded? How oft,-if at the court of love concealment is the fashion,— When How-d'ye-do' has fail'd to move, Good-bye' reveals the passion? If he, for ten kind' How-d'ye-do's, one kind 'Good-bye' would barter! 52.-THE FOX AND THE CROW.-Anon. The fox and the crow, in prose, I well know, In a dairy, a crow having ventured to go, A fox who lived by, to the tree saw her fly, For having just dined, he for cheese felt inclined,— She was cunning, he knew, but so was he too, For he knew if she'd speak, it must fall from her beak: ""Tis a very fine day ;"-not a word did she say;— A fine harvest for peas;" he then look'd at the cheese, Sly Renard, not tired, her plumage admired, "Believe me, I long to hear a sweet song." The silly crow foolishly tries And she scarce gave one squall, when the cheese she let fall, And the fox ran away with the prize! 58.-THE FOX AND THE CAT.-Cunningham. The Fox and the Cat, as they travelled one day, With moral discourses cut shorter the way: ""Tis great," says the Fox, "to make justice our guide !" "How god-like is mercy!" Grimalkin replied. Whilst thus they proceeded, a Wolf from the wood, Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood, Rush'd forth-as he saw the dull shepherd asleep- To see the fell beast at his bloody repast. "What a wretch !" says the Cat, "'tis the vilest of brutes! Well, onward they march'd, and they moraliz'd still, A Mouse, too, that chanc'd from her covert to stray, A Spider that sat in her web on the wall, 54.-BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES.-Mary Howitt. Ere the snow-drop peepeth, or the crocus bold; They are hardy flowers,-like to children poor, What to them is weather! what are stormy showers! Gave them likewise hardy strength and patient hearts to bear. |