For Thou who blest the patriarch's store, Wilt guard and keep them all.

Praise from the mountain's lordly crest,

Praise from the valley lone,

For all our daily blessedness,

For our bright ones who are gone, To Thee, the mightiest, wisest, best, The great Eternal One!

STANZAS.

WORDSWORTH.

NOT seldom, clad in radiant vest,
Deceitfully goes forth the morn;
Not seldom evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.

The smoothest seas will sometimes prove,
To the confiding bark, untrue;

And, if she trust the stars above,
They can be treacherous too.

The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread,
Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,
Draws lightning down upon the head
It promised to defend.

But Thou art true, incarnate Lord!

Who did'st vouchsafe for man to die;

Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word

No change can falsify!

I bent before Thy gracious throne,

And ask'd for peace on suppliant knee; And peace was given-nor peace alone, But faith sublimed to ecstasy!

(Original.)

THE RETROSPECT FROM GLORY.

DEUT. VIII. 2.

A. R. C.

WHEN we reach a quiet dwelling
On the strong eternal hills,
And our praise to Him is swelling,
Who the vast creation fills-
When the paths of prayer, and duty,
And affliction, all are trod,

And we wake and see the beauty
Of our Saviour and our God-

With the light of resurrection,

When our changèd bodies glow, And we gain the full perfection

Of the bliss begun below;

When the life that "flesh" obscureth
In each radiant form shall shine,
And the joy that aye endureth

Gushes full in streams divine—

While we wave the palms of glory
Through the long eternal years,
Shall we e'er forget the story

Of our mortal griefs and fears?
Shall we e'er forget the sadness,

And the clouds that hung so dim, When our hearts are fill'd with gladness, And our tears are dried by Him?

Shall the memory be banish'd

Of His kindness and His care, When the wants and woes are vanish'd Which He loved to soothe and share? All the way by which he brought us, All the grievings that He bore, All the patient love that taught us— Shall we think of them no more?

Yes! we surely shall remember
How He quicken'd us from death,
How He fann'd the dying ember

With His spirit's glowing breath!
We shall read the tender meaning
Of the sorrows and alarms,
As we trod the desert, leaning
On His everlasting arms.