MEETING IN HEAVEN.

YES, we shall meet ! We part in tears
That dim our feeble, earthly sight,
Yet through their veil a scene appears
Of joy unutterably bright:

It is the land where we shall dwell,
And never say again, Farewell!

Yes, we shall meet! We part in night,
But it is hasting fast away,
And at the dawn of morning light,
Together we shall hail the day:
It is the day whose sun shall rise
To set no more in yonder skies.

Yes, we shall meet! We part on shores
Where all as exiled strangers roam,
But open'd soon shall be the doors
Of our eternal happy home:
It is the home where we shall rest,
With all our Father's children blest.

Yes, we shall meet! We part in sighs Which echo from each throbbing breast, But on the ear of faith arise

Our future songs of triumph blest: They are the songs whose strains shall be Re-echo'd through eternity.

FAREWELL WISHES.

MARY L. DUNCAN.

SINCE o'er the wave thy Father's mandate calls thee,
And bids thee seek thy home in climes afar,
Sweet brother! part in peace; whate'er befall thee,
Still may His presence be thy guiding star,
To point with heavenly light thy pilgrim-way,
And shine with warning love when thou would'st stray.

Trusting we yield thee to the mighty ocean,
For "in the hollow of His hand" it lies,

And on its bosom vast, with meek devotion,

Thou'lt look from its calm wave to calmer skies, And bless the love that reigns in every clime

The God who fills the universe sublime.

When Albion's shores, from thy strain'd gaze receding,

Are fading in the dim uncertain haze,

And sad affection is thy spirit leading

Back to the beauteous home of former days,

Oh! may a voice Divine be in thine ear,

"Fear not! thou'rt still at home-thy God is near!"

Should languor come, thy gentle frame oppressing,
And tremble in thine eye the silent tear,

That now no more thou hear'st a parent's blessing, Nor tender words that sickness' self could cheer,

Be Jesus' sheltering banner o'er thee spread,

His everlasting arms support thy head!

Should'st thou in spirit to thy home returning,
Behold the lessen'd circle sigh for thee,
And each with mournful love and ardour burning,
For thee, retiring, bend the suppliant knee,-
May Faith's assurance soothe thy soul to rest,
"Their prayers are heard-thou shalt be surely blest!"

With thine our prayers shall rise, to heaven ascending,
Nor seas nor farthest space a barrier prove,
And at the shrine of Mercy sweetly blending,
Shall find acceptance through redeeming love;
In lands remote our parted course may run,
But nought can sever hearts in Christ made one.

How bright has been our hope to see thee feeding
His little flock in these our quiet vales;

With watchful care the faint and wounded leading
To living streams whose water never fails;
Aiding the feeble from the dust to rise-
A man of God-a herald of the skies!

But go! Heaven's blessing on thy path attending,
Where Nature's glories shine on frozen hearts;
And as the sun, the veil of darkness rending,
His morning splendour o'er creation darts,
May gospel beams diffuse resplendent day,
To guide the hapless flock that darkling stray.

How beautiful on earth's dark hills appearing,

Day's harbinger, the messenger of peace! How sweet his earnest voice the wanderer cheering, That tells of morn arising, ne'er to cease!— Bear thou those tidings o'er the heaving main, And turn'd to songs shall be our parting pain.

THE SNOWDROP.

SUGGESTED BY THE DISCOVERY OF ONE ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY.

ROSAMOND.

AH! first and fairest flower of spring,

Hail to thy silver ray!

Surely some gentle spirit dwells
Beneath the shadow of thy bells,
And shields thee by its fairy spells
From the cold wintry day.

Sweet harbinger of gentler gales,
Hail, bright and lovely gem !

When earth is desolate and drear,

Thou com'st the wintry waste to cheer;

The first and fairest to appear

In Flora's diadem.

Emblem of hope! thou tellest us

Of sunny days to come;

Though o'er us now the storm-cloud lowers,

You bid us think of happy hours,

Which wait us in the blissful bowers

Of our bright future home.