For all Thy blessings shower'd around I bless Thee, Lord, but most of all, For peace of mind, for health of frame, Accept my thanks, and to Thy name 'T' "The Kingdom Come." ELIZA COOK. IS human lot to meet and bear The common ills of human life; There's not a breast but hath its share Of bitter pain and vexing strife. The peasant in his lowly shed, The noble 'neath a gilded dome, Each will at some time bow his head, And ask and hope, "Thy kingdom come!" When some deep sorrow, surely slow, Despoils the cheek and eats the heart, Laying our busy projects low, And bidding all earth's dreams depart Do we not smile, and calmly turn From the wide world's tumultuous hum, And feel the immortal essence yearn, Rich with the thought, "Thy kingdom come?" By the Rivers of Babylon. The waves of Care may darkly bound All shatter'd, weak, and tempest-torn : To gaze upon the loved in death, To press dear lips, and find no breath- This, this is life's worst agony ! But God, too merciful, too wise To leave the lorn one in despair, Whispers, while snatching those we prize, 131 "My kingdom come !-Ye'll meet them there!" By the Rivers of Babylon. LORD BYRON. — Music by J. Nathan. E sate down and wept by the waters WE Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the love of his slaughters, Made Salem's high places his prey; And ye, oh, her desolate daughters! Were scatter'd, all weeping, away. While sadly we gazed on the river On the willow that harp is suspended, And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended The Death-Bed. THOMAS HOOD.-Music by John Blockley. WE watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seem'd to speak, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, For when the morn came dim and sad, Her quiet eyelids closed,-she had Touta Nika. Touta Nika. MRS G. LINNÆUS BANKS. WE read on the historic page, The monarch Constantine, Whilst marching 'gainst a Pagar foe, In choice of a religious creed To grant him knowledge of the truth, The startled monarch stood amazed, For, trusting not in human strength, Still far and wide his conquests spread And wheresoe'er the Cross was rear'd, And so the Christian, whensoe'er And, lo! the Cross appears! 133 On the willow that harp is suspended, And ne'er shall its soft tones be blended The Death-Bed. THOMAS HOOD.-Music by John Blockley. WE WE watch'd her breathing through the night, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seem'd to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers Our very hopes belied our fears, We thought her dying when she slept, For when the morn came dim and sad, Her quiet eyelids closed,-she had |