LINES SUGGESTED BY THE VIEW OF THE ALPS AT SUNRISE FROM THE RIGHI, ON THE BORDERS OF THE LAKE OF LUCERNE. REV. THOMAS E. HANKINSON. O GOD! upon the mountains, in the calm Swept from the lyre of Nature, and the ground O God! upon the mountains is there one Whose heart receives not, like yon lake profound, The imaged beauty,-sends not back a tone With nature's solemn voice in gentlest unison? Thy mighty presence is around us,-felt Not in its terrors, earthquake, storm and fire, Issuing in mist and dampness, but as higher Touch'd with the hues of heaven, and melting in its glow. And there ye stand, majestic Alps! which never By foot of man were trod,-ye stand, and smile In calm derision at his weak endeavour To touch the confines of each sky-girt isle; 'Tis well! albeit his chainless soul the while Can make your peaks her stepping-stones to climb Heights that look down upon your giant pile, Where she shall rest immortally sublime, When ye have crumbled down amid the wrecks of time. (Original.) PRAY WITHOUT CEASING. ADDRESSED TO A LITTLE NEPHEW. E. L. SHORTRIDGE. To God the Father humbly raise He hears what children say; For though His throne is far above This sinful world, yet "God is love;”— Then to the Father pray. To God the Son, the Saviour, go, Whose death redeems the soul from wo— He sendeth none away; Through Christ alone the sinner lives, And sweet the peace which Jesus gives ;— Then to the Saviour pray. To God the Spirit bend the knee, If thou would'st walk in early youth Yes! seek, my child, Jehovah's face, For in temptation's darkest hour, ON A FUNERAL. BISHOP HEBER. BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Above us is the Heaven! Their names are graven on the stone, Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And Fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day. |