THE RAINBOW. TRIUMPHANT arch that fill'st the sky, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth, To watch thy sacred sign. And when its yellow lustre smiled How glorious is thy girdle cast, As fresh in yon horizon dark, For faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, CAMPBELL. SMALL THINGS. "Who hath despised the day of small things ?"-Zech. iv, 10. And infant hands may plant the seed, For God will send the sun and shower How small the seed of truth appears; And a child's soft and earnest prayer A THOUGHT ON BEREAVEMENT. Heb. xii. 10. SLEEP on, sleep on, thou dearest one, O why did thy bright loveliness And oh! if we who mourn thee now, Through what it loves below. M. T. WIGHTMAN. . EPITAPH ON A CLERGYMAN. THIS stone itself shall crumbling pass away, Thy noblest record here, thy people's love: A crown of bliss thy bright reward above. R. W. KYLE. CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. "Master, carest thou not that we perish?"-Mark iv. 38. SUCH was the disciples' cry When the crested waves beat high, And the heavens above were dark Such, O Lord! in trial's hour, But thou didst not, though upbraided, At the word which spoke thy will, Though their faith, too often frail, Thus, O Lord! on us look down, Tossing on a stormy sea, Helpless, hopeless, but for Thee. Should we deem ourselves forgot, BARTON. ASLEEP IN JESUS. I. Thess. iv. 14. ASLEEP in Jesus! Blessed sleep! Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Asleep in Jesus! Time nor space Asleep in Jesus! Far from thee MRS. MACKAY. |