And religion of a face
Where is written all of grace.
What a holy hymn is ever

With a sweet expression blent!
Sending music up, which never
Skilless, soulless Art hath sent;
Rend'ring worship, such as we
In the lines of Beauty see.
From the eye of diadems,

From the mouth of pearls and gems,
From the smile of calm delight-
Beaming intellectual light, -

From the nameless, charming whole That holds empire in the soul

Doth in harmony arise

Beauty's homage to the skies.

A SIMILE.

In the dew-drop you behold

Myriad splendors merged in one; Showing, like a sea of gold,

All the glories of the sun.

Man, before the throne above, —

Where no sinful foot hath trod,

Thus reflects the perfect love

Of the awful, glorious God.

KNOW

THE HEAVENLY REST.

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ye the earth, on which ye tread,

Is a pleasant garden, merrily spread
With fruits of the best, with earliest flowers,
Dimpled with dells and decked with bowers, -
That the saint, nigh to faint, may rest him there,
And the heart may part with its griefs in prayer;
And taste those draughts of the ravishing love
That flows in the bosoms of the blest above?

Know ye the earth, so pleasant to-day,
Will pass, with its fruits and flowers, away?
That its best and earliest show in their bloom
The blight of death, and decay of the tomb,-
And the light so bright to the dazzled eye,
Which gleams and streams on its morning sky,
Will fade as the cloud that twilight sees

Melt from the heavens with evening's breeze —
And the peace which the pilgrim sought to know,
He learns, in his sorrow, is not below?

Know ye there remaineth a heavenly rest
For the weary one, and the care-opprest-
That ye need not seek it on earth abroad,
"Tis barren of bliss for the sons of God,-
That the saint will faint in its path of care,
And sigh and die, who rests him there;

That above, in bowers
Where the deathless flowers

Of holiness bloom,

No blight of the tomb

Can come,

where sparkling rivers of bliss

Murmur on, as the margins of beauty they kiss?

WATCH NIGHT.

"Three Watch Nights are mentioned in the Bible- the Egyptian Watch Night, when the Israelites were delivered; our Lord's Watch Night in the garden; Paul and Silas' Watch Night."

WATCH Night, of old,

God's chosen, bold,

Held, when their hosts he came,
From scourge and guile,

And lands of Nile,

To lead, in cloud and flame.

His Watch Night, sad,

When Satan had

One boastful hour the throne

Immanuel kept,

While angels wept

To see their Lord alone.

Up! when burns noon,

Or when the moon Ascends her midnight way,

He cometh! see

That waiting, ye

Do greet the Bridegroom's day.

Such, when their shrouds
Men leave, and clouds

The thought of a heaven of holiness is my solace. - James Brainerd Taylor.

SWEET heaven! to know thee holy,

Were dearer to my soul,

Than sight of all the glory

Whose seas about thee roll.
The floods of splendor, streaming

From ecstacies of light,

To purity there beaming,

My God, were only night!

Sweet heaven! the song of gladness
That thrills the upper air,

To me were note of sadness,
If "Holy" were not there.
No more to bright harps given
On holiness to dwell-

Its bliss would fly, and heaven
Be but a better hell.