Lines occasioned by hearing a little Boy mock the Old South Clock, as

To a young Invalid, condemned, by accidental Lameness, to perpetual

Hymn for the two hundredth Anniversary of the Settlement of Charles-

The Reverie. Written from College on the Birth Day of the Author's

Mother.

Hymn for the second Centennial Anniversary of the City of Boston.

They heard a Voice from Heaven, saying, Come up hither." Rev.

Lines on hearing of the Death of Garafilia Mohalbi.

To a Sister about to embark on a Missionary Enterprise.

THE

POETS OF AMERICA.

A Sacred Melody.-ANONYMOUS.

BE thou, O God! by night, by day,
My Guide, my Guard from sin,
My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,
To keep me pure within ;-

Pure as the air, when day's first light
A cloudless sky illumes,

And active as the lark, that soars

Till heaven shine round its plumes.

So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith, unwearied rise,

Till at the gate of heaven it sings,
Midst light from paradise.

Active Christian Benevolence the Source of sublime and lasting Happiness.-CARLOS WILCOX.

WOULDST thou from sorrow find a sweet relief?
Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold?
Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief?
Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold.—
'Tis when the rose is wrapt in many a fold
Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there
Its life and beauty; not when, all unrolled,
Leaf after leaf, its bosom, rich and fair,

Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air