Yet live! for thou must errand bring Up! seek thee ОBOOKIAH's land, Away-wrung out is Pe-le's cup, And where her song and shout went up, Up both! and from this infant soil Go forth to oriental climes, The first fruits of the West. Exil'd from us for Jesus' sake, Yet how may she that farewell give? This hour live all the past Or he, whose sands are well nigh run Ye may not watch her final pang Who watched your boyhood's bloom; That aged sire-ye may not lay Enough, enough, a hand unseen, They know that their Redeemer lives, 'Tis done-in yon horizon now, Propitious breezes fill the sails! Bearing from hearth and sepulchre, That calls to perils, calls afar THE BURMAN'S QUESTION. 'Do the Disciples in America drink Spirits?'-Wade's Speech. Men, crossing the blue wave, have told Spake out this starry world of old, To whom the stars and worlds are dust. His voice is to us-we obey, Nor fear contempt or shame, or loss; We'll bear reproaches for His sake, Will freely persecution take, For Him, whose blood hath stained the tree. Yet the reproach how may we meet, That spots religion's lovely robe, And lifts an idol to the seat Of Him that grasps and guides the globe? For far beyond the Indian sea, Where heaven lets down unwonted light, Our hearts for God!-yet while we doubt Around us rings the scornful shout, "Do yon disciples kiss the cup?" "Yea, do yon Christians fondly reach What powerful Boodh durst never teach, Men of the clime where truth has trod, OBEY YOUR PARENTS. The tale here versified, is from Mrs. Virginia Cary's letters. Two brothers, once, of merry mood, Were sporting in their simple play; When chafed and furious from the wood, A Lion roared against his prey. Between them and the help they claimed, And hark! beyond it, each is named- "O, children, haste! ye shall not fail "Folly" said one, "for us to scale Yon stones, which men can scarce ascend. "See you not that so rough the path, So high the wall, its topmost stone Ere we could gain, the beast, in wrath Might rend and break us bone by bone?" "I," said the other, 66 come what may, I'll strive to climb yon lofty wall.” He ran, and saw, when drawing nigh, EDWARD PAYSON. SPIRIT! arise-'tis blest to go, THOU of the flaming steeds and car! |