Such is the smile that piety bestows On the good man's pale cheek, when he, in peace Departing gently from a world of woes, Anticipates the world where sorrows cease. ROBERT SOUTHEY, 1774-1843. HALLOWED BE THY NAME. LIST to the dreamy tone that dwells The whistling bird, the humming bee; 'Tis "power and glory" they proclaim: The chimes, the creatures, waters, wind, All publish, "Hallow'd be Thy name!" The pilgrim journeys till he bleeds, But holiest rite or longest prayer That soul can yield or wisdom frame, What better import can it bear, Than "Father! hallow'd be Thy name!" The savage kneeling to the sun, To give his thanks or ask a boon,The raptures of the idiot one, Who laughs to see the clear round moon,— The saint well taught in Christian lore, The Moslem prostrate at his flame,All worship, wonder, and adore,— All end in "Hallow'd be Thy name!" Whate'er may be man's faith or creed, ELIZA COOK. MORNING MEDITATIONS. O'ER the broad earth yon torch of heavenly light Exclaims, "How great must their Creator be!" Oh, if a mortal's power could stretch so high- 'Twould seem a fiery ocean burning on But in Thy presence all is but a spark, Dull Night her sceptre sways o'er plains and hills, Thy wondrous energy all nature fills, And leads our thoughts, and leads our hopes to Thee. "How great is God!" a million tongues repeat, And million tongues re-echo, "God how great!" But now again the day-star bursts the gloom, Bathe all the universe with joy and love. SIR JOHN BOWRING. -Russian of Lomonossov. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER. FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined, To know but this, that Thou art good, Yet gave me, in this dark estate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, What blessings Thy free bounty gives, For God is paid when man receives,- Yet not to Earth's contracted span Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, Thy grace impart, If I am wrong, oh teach my heart Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught Thy wisdom has denied, Teach me to feel another's woe, Mean though I am, not wholly so, This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy will be done. To Thee whose Temple is all space, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, |