The mind is a garden, and youth's sunny moa
The season for planting; the rose and the thorn
Will spring up together; then let us take care
That none but the sweetest of roses grow there.

If seeds of deception, of envy and strife,
Are suffered to grow in the spring-time of life;
When the autumn of age chills the breath of the air,
We must gather the fruits in grief and despair.

But let us be wise, and pluck up the roots
Of poisonous plants, ere we taste of their fruits;
And rear in their stead such as nature designed,
To improve, and adorn, and embellish the mind.

When the sun, that has cheered us in life's early days, Withdraws from the garden the light of his rays; From the flowers, as they wither, O, may there arise A grateful perfume that shall reach to the skies!

104.

Prudence. C. M.

Father of light, conduct my feet
Through life's dark, dangerous road;
Let each advancing step still bring
Me nearer to my God.

Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide;
And when I go astray,
Recall my feet from folly's path
To wisdom's better way.

Teach me in every various scene
To keep my end in sight;
And while I tread life's mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.

That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart;

And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart.

105.

Courage. C. M.

Of old, amid the walks of sin
The apostles boldly trod ;

With simple heart and humble mien
They sang and plead for God.

No human foe could blight their zeal,
For Christ had lent his aid.
The nations heard the loud appeal;
Believing-they obeyed.

We, Father, kneeling at thy feet,
Implore thy constant love;
O, give us faith the world to meet,
And hope to look above!

And when we taste of sorrow's cup,
Teach thou its truths sublime;
Thus shall thy servants gather up
The ripening fruits of time.

106.

The Redeemed in Heaven. 7's M.

Who are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Tuning their triumphant song?
"Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory power,
Wisdom, riches to obtain,

New dominion every hour."

These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with his almighty name :
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.

Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.

107.

The School Array. 7's M.

H. BACON.

Who are these in bright array,
Mid the happy festal throng?
Round the altar why their stay,
Tuning their triumphant song?
From the Sabbath school they come,
Where they learn of God and heaven,
Bearing blessings to their home,
By the holy Gospel given.

These shall bear the seed abroad,
Sowing in the field of mind;
By the mercies of our God,
Angels shall the harvest find.
Cheer them on in virtue's way;
Let their souls your prayers receive;
Here their love and faith shall stay
When this sinful earth they leave.