Vain were the beams of summer suns, And thus across life's fairest day, Yes: think not God's most precious gifts C. E. TONNA. LIFE. LIFE is beautiful! its duties Cluster round each passing day, Life is beautiful with promise May no thoughtless wanderer scorn it, MRS. SIGOURNEY. FRIENDSHIP. I TURNED me to an ancient rock Fixed to this hard enduring bed, Which flourished there, and cheerly spread And when the waves came rolling on, Or clung more closely to the stone, Thus true amidst a world of strife, May faithful friendship crown my life, Yet say, upon what hallowed ground T. B. MURRAY. ECRATION OF A Most High! loor had decked, its canopy: know, as found their King; ayriads sing; pper room, h withdrew, en all was gloom, Lead, didst shew ree appear, vilt be there. in thy name, to Thee, ould we claim, our warranty: Thou hast given, shall enter heaven! R. W. KYLE. MARY AT THE SEPULCHRE. How sweet in the musing of faith to repair And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and love. And the voice of the angel salutes her glad ear,The Lord is a captive no more—“He is risen.” O Saviour! as oft as our footsteps we bend, In penitent sadness to weep at thy grave, On the wings of thy greatness in pity descend, Be ready to comfort and "mighty to save.' We shrink not from scenes of desertion and woe, If there we may meet with the Lord whom we love; Contented, with Mary, to sorrow below, If with her we may drink of thy fountain above. CUNNINGHAM. THE END OF AFFLICTION. THE gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn, And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn, So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare |