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THE FOOT OF THE RAINBOW.

'Tis far to the foot of the rainbow, Where God's bright promise shines;

'Tis vain to search the mystery Which all His work enshrines.

"Tis far to the foot of the rainbow,
Where the feet of God are seen,
As fixed on a measureless paradise,
They shimmer with golden sheen.

'Tis far to the foot of the rainbow For us mortal men to tread, But not to the mighty Creator

Who circl'd it overhead.

"Tis far to the foot of the rainbow

Does the thought not warm your heart That He hears your soul's deep sighing, Though He seems so far apart?

'Tis far to the foot of the rainbowAh, yes, but so near to Him,

He can come with His mingled blessings And fill your cup to the brim.

"Tis far to the foot of the rainbow,
And failing we suffer no loss,
If, trusting the Incarnate Spirit,
We reach the foot of the cross;

For the cross is the sinner's rainbow,
Where God's own witness stands,
Holding, with love still beaming,
A pardon from His hands.

THE DAUGHTER OF LUXURY.

SOFTLY shining years of joy,

Like gold which not a breath did dim; Hours of sunbeam's sweet employ, Clos'd by nursery evening hymn.

Up and down thro' lawn and meadow,
All the summer bright and gay-
Out and in like beauty's shadow,
Thro' rich autumn's gilded day.

Then when wintry winds were blowing,
Fairy snow-wreaths o'er the dell,
Sat she by the fireside glowing,

Shielded, happy, safe, and well.

Still her little heart would flutter,
As the storm increasing fell;

"Where are the homeless ?" she would utter, "Are they happy, safe, and well?"

Yes, 'tis well for wealth to ponder, How to ease the orphan's sigh; Aid the one, whose God up yonder, Watches with a father's eye.

Oh! how like a floweret beauteous, Bloom'd thy sunny form divine! And how like an angel's duteous, Fled that early life of thine!

A PRAYER TO JESUS.

HOLY, holy,

Meek and lowly,

Jesus, hear a sinner's prayer;
Love o'erflowing,

My soul knowing,

And each sin and sorrow there.

Since life's beginning,

I've been sinning,

Under nature's thrall I lie :

Gone my glory,

Sad my story,

Hadst Thou not left heaven to die.

All confessing,

Grant Thy blessing,

My weak, wand'ring heart restore;

Sin's dark flood,

Cleanse by Thy blood,

Oh, remember never more.

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