H rsofs—(Continued.)

The world in condemnation lay,

God over all, the sun by day,

Our souls shall magnify the Lord,

To us the voice of Wisdom cries,

People of the living God,

Songs of praise the angels sang,

Father of eternal grace,

Oh! where shall rest be found i

Where are the dead 1 In heaven or hell .*

Bright and joyful is the morn,

Angels from the realms of glory,

While war on earth suspended,

Lord God, the Holy Ghost, .

Let there be light, thus spake the Word,

When like a stranger on our sphere, .

The children's angels always view,

O Lord our God, Thy light and truth,
While saints and angels, glorious King,
Thy throne, O God, in righteousness,
When Jesus left the throne of God,
To God, most awful and most high,
Thus saith the Lord:—My Church! to thee,
Thou, God, art a consuming fire,
Lord! teach us how to pray aright,
What shall we ask of God in prayer,
To Thy temple I repair,

1 left the God of truth and light,
O that I knew where 1 might find,
God in the high and holy place,
Lord! when we search the human heart,
Isaac was ransom'd when he lay,
Another day, a day of grace, .

The tongue! the tongue! with all its powers,
God said, Let there be light, .
A year, another year is fled, , .

N Hes, .....

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WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND

PART I.

A Wanderer of Swi'zerland and his Family, consisting of his Wife, his Daughter and her young Children, emigrating from their Country, in consequence of iu subjugation by the French in 1798. arrive at the Cottage of a Shepherd beyond the Frontiers, where they are hospitably entertained.

Shepherd. Wanderer! whither dost thou roam.l
Weary Wanderer, old and gray!
Wherefore hast thou left thine home
In the sunset of thy day?

Wanderer. In the sunset of uiy day,

Stranger! I have lost my home:
Weary, wandering, old and gray,
Therefore, therefore do I roam.

Here mine arms a wife enfold,
Fainting in their weak embrace;
There my daughter's charms behold,
Withering in that widow'd face.

These her infants—Oh, their sire,
Worthy of the race of Tell,
In the battle's fiercest fire,
—In his country's battle fell!

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Wand. No !—Irreparably lost,

On the day that made us slaves,
Freedom's Ark, by tempest tost,
Founder'd in the swallowing waves.

81tep. Welcome, Wanderer as thou art,
All my blessings to partake;
Yet thrice welcome to my heart,
For thine injured country's sake.

On the western hills afar
Evening lingers with delight,
While she views her favourite star
Brightening on the brow of night.

Here, though lowly be my lot,
Enter freely, freely share
All the comforts of my cot,
Humble shelter, homely fare.

Spouse! I bring a suffering guest,
With his family of grief;
Give the weary pilgrims rest,
. Yield the exiles sweet relief!