ON A PAINTING OF THE CRUCIFIXION BY THE REV. T. J. JUDKIN. EDMUND PEEL. IMMORTAL picture! Night and woe and pain, Haunting the rack of unredeemed despair, Have caught the bold blasphemer by the hair, Delivered over to their dire domain ! Star of the Cross, dispel the darkness! rain Light on the brow of deep maternal care, Smite on the breast, and own the mortal crime ! Lord, on each human heart deign to command Light from the centre flowing through all time! THE CHRISTIAN VIRGIN TO HER APOSTATE LOVER. REV. T. DALE. OH! lost to faith, to peace, to Heaven! Canst thou a recreant be To Him whose life for thine was given, Yet link thy plighted truth to mine, Thou canst not-and 'tis breathed in vain- Though not in pride or cold disdain Thy falsehood I reprove! Inly my heart may bleed-but yet Mine is no weak-no vain regret; Thy wrongs to me I might forget, But not to Him above! Cease, then, thy fond impassioned vow In happier hours so dear; No virgin pride restrains me now, I must not turn to hear; For still my erring heart might prove And tears-though feigned and false-might move, But no! the tie so firmly bound, Is torn asunder now; How deep that sudden wrench may wound, It recks not to avow; Go thou to fortune and to fame; I sink to sorrow-suffering-shame! Yet think, when glory gilds thy name, I would not be as thou! Thou canst not light or wavering deem Thou know'st in Joy's enlivening beam, My pride-my bliss had been to share 'Tis o'er, but never from my heart And never in the suppliant sigh Poured forth to Him who sways the sky, Shall mine own name be breathed on high, And thine remembered not! Farewell! and oh! may He whose love In mercy yet thy guilt remove, And in His name-Farewell! ON MEMORY. THE REV. THOMAS E. HANKINSON. WHEN the young heart, with passionate regret, And seems a being it could never be. |