THE FLOWERET AND ITS TEACHINGS.

OME into the garden, come with me,

And let us look around,

And view the signs of awakening life,

Wherever they are found.

The buds and blossoms thick appear,
And, may-hap, we now can find
Some angel-flower, while we linger here,
To give new light to the mind.

Thou art sore perplex'd by various doubts,
Thou seek'st in vain to know

What feeble man can ne'er attain,

And Heaven will ne'er bestow.

See! here is a tiny flower at our feet,
With a mantle of changeful hue;

Suppose we study its form for awhile,
And all its beauties view.

You ask whence this lovely floweret came,
With its rainbow colours bright,

It shall tell you its own strange history,
While you listen with delight:-

"I slept for a time in the bosom of earth,
And nothing of life did know,

Till the quickening power of the angel of life
Made the current of life to flow.

"And I felt life's workings and stirrings within,
And I wonder❜d what these might be:
I felt the present, I knew not the past,
And no visible power could see.

"Still I felt the increasing thrill of life,
In the womb of earth where I lay,
Bearing me on, with resistless force,
To the dawn of life's first day.

"Then I freed myself from the crumbling mould,

And peep'd above the sod,

And soon I blossom'd, and bloom'd, and became An angel-flower of God.

"But one thing yet, that baffles thought,

A mystery deep, I ween,

I have felt life's power, but cannot tell
How all these things have been.

"It is a secret which to know

I never, never try;

'Tis enough for me I live and bloom Beneath my Father's eye."

HEAVENWARD.

EAVENWARD! Heavenward! our

watchword be,

From a land of darkness and misery,

To a land where the righteous from sorrow are free.

The things we love are things which die;

In vain we think, in vain we try

To escape the tear, or evade the sigh.

Who would not be a pilgrim, and bear the pain

Of sin, in a kingdom where sorrows reign,
Eternal joys in Heaven to gain?

Heavenward! Heavenward! why linger here 'Midst so much darkness, doubt, and fear? Already the glories of Heaven appear!

Heavenward! Heavenward! let us roam,
We pitch our tents each day nearer home,
Then lay aside all impatience and gloam.

Heavenward! Heavenward! on we press,
The road is less rugged, the distance grows less,
That leads to the home where no burdens oppress.

Heavenward! Heavenward! who would stay
In this frail tenement of clay,

When we may reign in endless day?

Heavenward! Heavenward! be our aim,

Through waves of trouble and clouds of flame,
Until the victor's crown we claim.

VOICES OF OCEAN.

HAVE heard the ocean murmur
In the dark and stilly night;

I have listen'd to its voices
Till approach of morning light.

And in silence I have ponder'd
On what it seem'd to say;

But my restless thoughts have wander'd
To a land that's far away.

I have tried in vain to fix them,

But they've fled to childhood's years;

When I wander'd by that ocean

With my eyes bedew'd with tears.

And ever in that murmur

There are harmonies sublime,

A psalm of glorious music

That echoes through all time;