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Enough that blessings undeserved

Have marked my erring track-
That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved

His chastening turned me back.
That more and more a Providence

Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense

Sweet with eternal good.
That death seems but a covered way

Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray

Beyond the Father's sight.
That care and trial seem at last,

Through memory's sunset air,
Like mountain ranges overpast,

In purple distance fair,
That all the jarring notes of life

Seem blending in a psalm,
And all the angles of its strife

Slow rounding into calm.
And so the shadows fall apart,

And so the west winds play;
And all the windows of my heart

I open to the day.

CONFIDENCE IN GOD'S PROTECTION. Poala XXVI. The Lord-is my light—and my salvation; whomshall I fear the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked,

-even mine enemies, and my foes,-came upon me-to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war-should rise against me,-in this will I be confident.

One thing have I desired of the Lord, that—will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord—all the days of life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.

For in the time of trouble,-he shall hide me in his pavilion : in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.

And now shall mine head be lifted up—above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.

Hear,-0 Lord, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and

answer me.

When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart-said unto thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.

Hide not thy face far from me; put not thy servant away in anger : thou hast been my help: leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation. When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.

Teach me thy way, O Lord, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies.

Deliver me not over-unto the will of mine enemies : for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty.

I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord—in the land of the living.

Wait-on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.

THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.

Vital spark-of heavenly flame,
Quit, oh, quit—this mortal frame;
Trembling, -hoping,-lingering, --flying,
Oh, the pain,—the bliss,-of dying!
Cease, fond nature,—cease thy strife,
And let me languish-into life.
Hark!—they whisper; angels say,
“Sister spirit,-come away!
What is this-absorbs me quite,-
Steals my senses,-shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit,-draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears;
Heaven-opens on my eyes; my ears-

With sounds seraphic ring :-
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly!
“O Grave, where—is thy victory?

O Death, where—is thy sting?"

CHRIST IN THE TEMPEST. J. G. WHITTIER.

Storm-on the heaving waters! The vast skym

Is stooping with its thunder. Cloud-on cloud

Rolls heavily in the darkness, like a shroud-
Shaken by midnight's Angel—from on high;
Through the thick sea-mist, faintlyand afar,
Chorazin's watch-light-glimmers like a star,
And (momently) the ghastly cloud-fires-play
On the dark sea-wall of Capernaum's bay;
And tower—and turret-into light spring forth,
Like specters—starting from the storm-swept earth;
And vast—and awful, Tabor's mountain form,
Its Titan forehead—(naked to the storm,)
Towers-for one instant,-full-and clear,—and then
Blends with the blackness—and the cloud again.

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And it is very terrible! The roar

Ascendeth unto heaven, and thunders back,

Like the response of demons,—from the black Rifts—of the hanging tempests,-yawning o'er

The wild waves—in their torment. Hark!-the cry
Of the strong man—in his peril, piercing through

The uproar of the waters--and the sky,
As the rent bark-one moment-rides to view
On the tall billows,—with the thunder-cloud
Closing around,-above her, like a shroud.
He stood upon the reeling deck,–His form

Made visible-by the lightning, and His brow
Pale, and uncovered—to the rushing storm,

Told of a triumph-man-may never know,Power-underived—and mighty,Peace,—be still !"

The great waves-heard Him,—and the storm's loud tone Went moaning-into silence,mat His will;

And the thick clouds,—where yet the lightning shone, And slept the latent thunder, rolled away

Until no trace of tempest—lurked behind,

Changing,-upon the pinions of the wind, To stormless wanderers,—beautiful—and gay. Dread Ruler-of the tempest! thou—before

Whose presence-boweth the uprisen storm,To whom the waves do homage-round the shore

Of many an island's empire !—if the form
Of frail dust-beneath thine eye may claim

Thy Infinite regard,-oh, breathe upon
The storm-and darkness—of man's soul—the same
Quietand peaceand humbleness which came

O'er the roused waters, where thy voice had gone, -
A minister of power,-to conquer--in thy name.

“ STILL WITH THEE." MRB. H. B. STOWE.

Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh;

When the bird waketh and the shadows flee; Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee. Alone with thee amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born; Alone with thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. As in the dawning, o'er, the breathless ocean,

The image of the morning star doth rest, So in this stillness thou beholdest only

Thine image in the waters of my breast.

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,

Its closing eye looks up to thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading:

But sweeter still to wake, and find thee there. So shall it be at last in that bright morning

When the soul waketh and life's shadows filee. Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,

Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with thee !

WHO BY SEARCHING CAN FIND OUT GOD? E. SCUDDER.
I can not find thee. Still on restless pinion

My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell.
I wander lost through all thy vast dominion,

And shrink beneath thy light ineffable.
I can not find thee. Even when most adoring,

Before thy throne I bend in lowliest prayer,
Beyond these bounds of thought my thought upsoaring,

From furthest quest comes back,-thou art not there. Yet high above the limits of my seeing,

And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscious being,

Thy splendor shineth: there, O God! thou art.
I can not lose thee. Still in thee abiding,

The end is clear, how wide soe'er I roam;
The law that holds the worlds my steps is guiding,

And I must rest at last in thee, my home.

THE LEPER. N. P. WILLIS.

“Room-for the leper! room!And as he came
The cry passed on—"Room for the leper! room !

And aside they stood-
Matron—and childand pitiless manhood,—all
Who met him on his way, and let him pass.
And onward—through the open gate he came,
A leper, with the ashes on his brow,
Sackcloth-about his loins, and on his lip
A covering, -stepping painfully—and slow,
And with a difficult utterance, like one
Whose heart—is with an iron nerve put down,
Crying, “Unclean! unclean !!!

’T was now the first-
Of the Judean autumn,—and the leaves,
Whose shadows—lay so still—upon his path,
Had put their beauty forth-beneath the eye
Of Judah's loftiest noble. He was young
And eminently beautiful, and life

Mantled-in eloquent fullness-on his lip,
And sparkledin his glance; and in his mien-
There was a gracious pride—that every eye
Followed with benisons; and this-was he!
With the soft airs of summer—there had come
A torpor on his frame, --which not the speed
Of his best barb,—nor music,-nor the blast
Of the bold huntsman's horn,-nor aughtthat stirs
The spirit—to its bent,-might drive away.
The blood-beat not as wont-within his veins ;
Dimnesscrept o'er his eye; a drowsy sloth
Fettered his limbs-like palsy, and his mien,
(With all its loftiness,) seemed struck with eld.
Even his voice was changed--a languid moan
Taking the place of the clear silver key;
And brain—and sense grew faint, as if the light-
And very air-were steeped in sluggishness.
He strove with it—a while, as manhoodwill,
Ever too proud—for weakness,—till the rein-
Slackened within his grasp, and in its poise
The arrowy jereed, like an aspen, --shook.
Day-after day-he lay-as if asleep:
His skin-grew dryand bloodless, and white scales,
(Circled with livid purple,)—covered him,
-And Helonwas a leper !

It was noon, And Helon knelt-beside a stagnant poolIn the lone wilderness,—and bathed his brow, Hot with the burning leprosy,—and touched The loathsome water-to his fevered lips, Praying—that he might be so blest—to die! Footsteps approached,--and, with no strength to flee,He drew the covering-closer on his lip, Crying, “Unclean! unclean !" and in the folds of the coarse sackcloth-shrouding up his face, He fell upon the earth-till they should pass. Nearer—the Stranger came,-and-bending o'er The leper's prostrate form,-pronounced his nameHelon !" The voice-was like the master-toneOf a rich instrument-most strangely sweet; And the dull pulses of disease-awoke, And—for a moment-beat beneath the hot And leprous scales—with a restoring thrill. “ Helon! arise ! and he forgot his curse, — And rose—and stood before Him. He looked on Helon-earnestlya while, As if his heart were moved,--and-(stooping down) He took a little water in his hand,

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