Buyeth and selleth, Industrious through the week. If wealth he getteth, The poor his bounty find; He ne'er forgetteth, For what wealth is designed. If poor remaining, His text, "God will provide," Still uncomplaining, If his wants are supplied. On God relying, In filial peace and love, His spirit sighing, To reach his home above. There blessed and blessing, He'll stand amongst the blessed, Who round him pressing Shall welcome to his rest. April, 1860. M VICTOR EMMANUEL AT FLORENCE, APRIL, 1860. On a fair day early in spring, Banners were waving over the king, Shouts of triumph in the air did ring. “Viva Emmanuel," rose the cry, Up, up above, to the purple sky; The king looked round with a glance of pride, Well might they shout, Oh could they be dumb? Amidst the banners which floated there The king uncovered as up he gazed Naples, Rome, Venice, Adria's Queen, Bondsmen their brothers whilst they are free. The time is coming, Oh patient be, April 25, 1860. A LAKE SKETCH FROM CURWEN'S ISLAND. On the surface of the lake, The green isle its image leaveth, Or if boat should o'er it ride, As it floats, at every blow, Far away the ripples flow, Or where Brathay to the lake Like a bird which sweetly singeth. Till the wind or current cease, April 25, 1860. Oh let not our love to idolatry run, For aught thou hast given us under the sun, But fed by the spring which Thy love hath supplied, With love unto thee run in parallel tide. The love of a wife, or the love of a child, Love should have a much wider circle than home, There buried 'twill pine like the tree in the gloom, The ocean no increase or spring-tide would know It is so with the heart, its spring tide's from above, Whence flow from their fountain the bright rays of love, Then swell its strong currents of feeling and rise A RIDE TO CONISTON VIA FERRY. Down to the ferry on the lake, There with the horn the echoes to wake, |