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Epiphany.

HTEST and best of the sons of the morning! 'awn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid, . of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall:

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining—
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and offerings divine—

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,

Vainly with gifts would His favour secure,

Richer by far is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid, Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

From Bishop Heber's Journal.

IF thou wert by my side, my love,
How fast would evening fail
In green Bengala's palmy grove,
Listening the nightingale!

If thou, my love, wert by my side,

My babies at my knee,
How gaily would our pinnace glide

O'er Gunga's mimic sea!

I miss thee at the dawning gray,
When on our deck reclined,

In careless ease my limbs l lay,
And woo the cooler wind.

I miss thee when by Gunga's stream

My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam

I miss thee from my side.

I spread my books, my pencil try,
The lingering noon to cheer,

But miss thy kind approving eye,
Thy meek attentive ear.

But when of morn or eve the star

Beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far,

Thy prayers ascend for me.

Then on! then on! where duty leads,
My course be onward still;

O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads,
O'er bleak Almorah's hill.

That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,

Nor wild Malwah detain:
For sweet the bliss us both awaits

By yonder western main.

Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say,

Across the dark-blue sea;
But ne'er were hearts so light and gay

As then shall meet in thee!

Epiphany.

T) RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning!
.*-* Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid,
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Cold on his cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall:

Angels adore Him in slumber reclining—
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom, and offerings divine—

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine?

Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gifts would His favour secure,

Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid, Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!

Blanco White.

Born 1773. Died 1840.

Night And Death.

MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew
Thee from report divine, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely frame,
This glorious canopy of light and blue?
Yet, 'neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame,
Hesperus with the host of heaven came,
And Io! creation widened in man's view.
Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O sun! or who could find,
Whilst fly, and leaf, and insect stood revealed,
That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind!
Why do we then shun death with anxious strife?
If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life?

Allan Cunningham.

Born 1784. Died 1842.

A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA.

A WET sheet and a flowing sea,
**. A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast.

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