94 THE GERMAN WATCHMAN'S SONG.

Human watch from harm can't ward us;
God will watch, and God will guard us ;
May He through eternal might,
Give us all a blessed night.

Hark ye, neighbours, and hear me tell,
Eleven sounds on the belfry bell:

Eleven apostles, of holy mind,

Taught the gospel to mankind.

Human watch, &c.

Hark ye, neighbours, and hear me tell,
Twelve resounds on the belfry bell!

Twelve disciples to Jesus came,

Who suffered rebuke for their Saviour's name.

Human watch, &c.

Hark ye, neighbours, and hear me tell,

One has pealed on the belfry bell!

One God above, one Lord indeed,

Who bears us up in time of need.
Human watch, &c.

Hark ye, neighbours, and hear me tell,
Two resounds on the belfry bell!

I AM WEARY..

Two paths before mankind are free,-
Neighbours, choose the best for thee.
Human watch, &c.

Hark ye, neighbours, and hear me tell,
Three now falls on the belfry bell!
Threefold reigns the heavenly Hosts,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Human watch, &c.

95

I am Weary.

I AM weary of straying-oh, fain would I rest

In that far distant land of the pure and the blest,
Where Sin can no longer her blandishments spread,
And tears and temptations for ever are fled.

I am weary of hoping-where hope is untrue,
As fair, but as fleeting as morning's bright dew;
I long for that land, whose blest promise alone
Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne.

96

I AM WEARY.

I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth;
O'er joy's glowing visions, that fade at their birth;
O'er the pangs of the loved, which we cannot as-

suage;

O'er the blighting of youth, and the weakness of

age.

I am weary of loving what passes away-
The sweetest, the dearest, alas, may not stay!
I long for that land where those partings are o'er,
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no

more.

I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love;
Oh! when shall I rest in thy presence above?
I am weary-but oh, let me never repine,
While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are
mine.

Remonstrance of the Ocean Moss.

BY E. BROWN.

O! BEAR me not from the Ocean blue,
From the wave, so wild and free!

The flowers of the valley may drink the dew,
But mine be the joyous Sea!

Wouldst thou a wreath of wild flowers blend,
For the eye of the young and fair?

The smiling meadows their charms will lend,
And the woodlands, oh, seek them there!

Me from the wave where the sea-nymphs dwell,
If thy pitiless hand remove,

My shapeless form shall in sorrow tell,
The loss of the home I love.

Then bear me not from the Ocean blue,

From the wave, so wild and free;

The flowers of the valley may drink the dew, But mine be the joyous Sea!

Never Kail at the World.

BY CHARLES SWAIN.

NEVER rail at the world, it is just as we make itWe see not the flower if we set not the seed; And as for ill luck, why it's just as we take it—

The heart that's in earnest no bars can impede. You question the justice which governs man's breast, And say that the search for true friendship is

vain;

But remember, this world, though it be not the

best,

Is the next to the best we shall ever attain.

Never rail at the world, nor attempt to exalt

That feeling which questions society's claim; For often poor Friendship is less in the fault, Less changeable oft, than the selfish who blame; Then ne'er by the changes of life be depressed,

Nor wear like a fetter Time's sorrowful chain; But believe that this world, though it be not the best,

Is the next to the best we shall ever attain.