VAIN WORLD, ADIEU.

1 When for eternal worlds we steer,

And seas are calm, and skies are clear,
And faith in lively exercise,

And distant hills of Canaan rise:
The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.

2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore
Each landmark on the distant shore;
The trees of life, the pastures green,
The golden streets, the crystal stream;
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
Vain world, adieu.

3 The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her powers expand:
With steady helm, aad free bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vail :
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
Glory to God!

TIME.

How slowly and how silently doth Time
Float on his starry journey. Still he goes,
And goes, and goes, and does not pass away.
He rises with the golden morning, calmly,
And with the moon at night. Methinks I see
Him stretching wide abroad his mighty wing,
Floating for ever o'er the crowds of men,
Like a huge vulture with its prey beneath.
Lo! I am here, and Time seems passing on;
To-morrow I shall be a breathless thing-
Yet he will still be here; and the blue hours
Will laugh as gaily on the busy world,
As though I were alive to welcome them.

LINES.

The dew is on the morning flower,
The thrush has charmed his leafy bower,
The lark has pealed his choral loud
Where hangs in silvery wreaths the cloud,
The bees with saffron loads return,
To store with sweets their waxen urn,
And morn her upward car has driven
Along the crimson fields of heaven.

To view thy works and not to know,
Father! whose goodness made them so;
To hear thy sylvan minstrelsy,

And not to breathe a thought to Thee;
To see Thy fingers deck the sky,
With every tint that charms the eye,
And not Thy greatness there to read,
Argues a soul that's blind indeed.

NIGHT.

When night spreads her pinions o'er earth and o'er`` ocean, And silence sits brooding on mountain and sea,

'Tis the hour, mighty God, that most favors devotion, When our thoughts undisturb'd hold communion with Thee

It is sweet when at midnight from slumber I waken.
To know in its darkness Thou'rt present with me;
In its deep solemn stillness when lone and forsaken,
To feel myself safe in depending on Thee!

'Tis at night when undazzled by earth's empty splendor,
Our spirits unfettered soar ardent and free;

It is then that our noblest devotion we render,

And our thoughts, Holy God! ascend purest to Thee!

Still when night spreads her pinions o'er earth and o'er ocean>
In its silence, my God! be thou present with me;

In my breast to rekindle the flame of devotion,
And refine every thought ere it rises to Thee!

SONNET.

ON FINDING A BROOK DRIED UP.

Gone?-Ah how transient! but the other day
I stood upon thy brink, and like a child
Rejoiced to see thee bubbling on thy way,
Thy ripples glittering in the morning ray,
Which drank thy waters, while it brightly smil'd,
And ruined thee, as man hath often done
To the poor victim, whom his smile hath won.

Thy waters are dispersed, thy bed is dry
And cheerless, for no verdure there is seen;
O may my life not flow as idly by

Wasting its force in noisy vanity,

Nor leave one flower to show that it hath been;
For soon its stream must disappear like thee,
And join cternity's unbounded sca.