Such sin atonement never knows, The debt immortal which it owes, No time can cleanse the ugly blot, Is it not written "murder not?" April, 1860. How fast they fade those summer flowers For scarcely have we called them ours The faded to the living flowers Like vapour on the steel or glass, Emblems of those we cherish here, So soon doth time there beauty sere, April 14, 1860. CATHEDRAL BELLS. Ring out ye bells a peal sublime, Unto the quiet hours. Ring out, and to the purple hills, And on the surface of the rills, Let your sweet chiming flow. Ring out, the melody of birds, Ring out a welcome to the day, And when the sounds shall cease, "Twill be the hour to praise and pray, And hush the heart to peace. Ring out another solemn peal, Then be your music o'er, The hour will then be come to kneel, The moment to adore. April 15, 1860. ON THE COMMERCIAL TREATY WITH FRANCE. The chains which fetter commerce, fetter man, Protection is the forge where they are made, And selfishness the furnace fire doth fan, And man's starvation helps a thriving trade. Oh 'tis a trespass in the sight of Heaven, Free trade's our modern charter, supplement Free trade's great champion a new laurel wins, In teaching France a lesson hard to learn, Tardy repentance for commercial sins, And resolution from those sins to turn. Cheap bread, cheap beef, it hath a vulgar sound, But at the words though we may scoff and laugh, And pass them with a sneer the table round, They are of life the very prop and staff. Let's drop the memory of an ancient feud, Nor waste in petty strife our precious blood, The basement of the pyramid is love, Love's the cement which bindeth stone to stone, Kin in their common origin and mould, By that cemented and by that alone, Built up in order beauteous to behold. Love is the social system's corner-stone, Without it class would wildly clash with class. Love is the key-note in the social scale, From Christ love springeth and from Christ alone, Christ, of creation the great Corner-stone, April 18, 1860. The Christian liveth Contented with his lot, With all God giveth, With all He giveth not. In peace he dwelleth, Gentle, devout, and meek, |