The Soul's Beauty unfading.

SWEET day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
Bridal of earth and sky,

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,
For thou, alas! must die.

Sweet rose! in air whose odors wave,

And color charms the eye,

Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou, alas! must die.

Sweet spring! of days and roses made,
Whose charms for beauty vie,

Thy days depart, thy roses fade;
Thou, too, alas! must die.

Only a sweet and holy soul
Hath tints that never fly;

While flowers decay, and seasons roll,

This lives, and cannot die.

HERBERT, (altered.)

Prager and Action.

O, NOT alone on the mount of prayer
Must the Christian serve his God;
But the burden of daily life must bear,
And tread where his Saviour trod.

But with him through every changing scene
Doth the spirit of prayer abide ;
When earth is lovely, and heaven serene,
That spirit his course shall guide.

And when the storm rages, and woe and wrath
Would an earth-born courage quell,
He knows that his God surveys his path,
And ordereth all things well.

(9)

BULFINCH.

"He was there alone."

He was there alone, when even

Had round earth its mantle thrown, Holding intercourse with heaven : He was there alone.

There his inmost heart's emotion
Made he to his Father known;
In the spirit of devotion
Musing there alone.

So let us, from earth retiring,

Seek our God and Father's throne;

And, to other scenes aspiring,

Train our hearts, alone.

(10)

BOWRING.

THE PSALMS.

The Lord is my Shepherd.

THE Lord is my shepherd; I never shall want;
Amid the green pastures he maketh me lie;
He leadeth beside the still waters of life;
In the paths of the righteous leadeth he me.

Tho' I walk through the vale of the shadow of Death,
Yet fear I no evil, for thou art with me;

Thou comfortest me with thy staff and thy rod;
Preparest my table in the sight of my foes.

My cup overfloweth; thou anointest with oil;
Thy goodness and mercy shall follow me still;
And blessing his name all the days of my life,
Forever I dwell in the house of the Lord.

PSALM XXIII.

Bless the Lord.

O, I will bless the Lord for aye;
His praise shall be upon my lips;
My soul shall make her boast in him;
The humble, hearing, shall be glad.

O, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us all exalt his name;

I sought the Lord, and he that heard
Delivered me from all my fears.

His eyes are on the righteous ones,
His ears are open to their cry;
The righteous cry, and he shall hear,
And lead them out of all their woes.

The Lord redeemeth all his souls;
The contrite spirit doth he save;
And none of them that trust in him
Shall evermore be desolate.

PSALM XXXIV.