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HENRY ALFORD,

DEAN OF CANTERBURY.

THE LAND'S END.

THIS world of wonders, where our lot is cast,
Hath far more ends than one. A man may stand
On the bluff rocks that stretch from Sennen church,
And watch the rude Atlantic hurling in

The mighty billows:-thus his land may end.

Another lies with gasping breath, and sees
The mightier billows of Eternity

Dashing upon the utmost rocks of life;
And his Land's End is near.

And so, one day,

Will the Lord's flock, close on Time's limit, stand
On the last headland of the travell'd world,

And watch, like sun-streak on the ocean's waste,
His advent drawing nigh.

Thus shall the Church

Her Land's End reach and then may you and we,
Dear Cornish friends, once more in company,
Look out upon the glorious realms of Hope,

And find the last of earth-the first of God.

THOMAS BINNEY.

THE ETERNAL LIGHT.

ETERNAL Light! Eternal Light!
How pure that soul must be,
When, placed within Thy searching sight,
It shrinks not, but with calm delight
Can live, and look on Thee!

The spirits that surround Thy throne
May bear the burning bliss ;
But that is surely theirs alone,
Since they have never, never known
A fallen world like this.

O, how shall I, whose native sphere
Is dark, whose mind is dim,
Before the' Ineffable appear,
And on my naked spirit bear
That uncreated beam?

There is a way for man to rise

To that sublime abode :An Offering and a Sacrifice, A Holy Spirit's energies,

An Advocate with God.

These, these prepare us for the sight
Of Holiness above :

The sons of ignorance and might
May dwell in the Eternal Light
Through the Eternal Love!

HORATIUS BONAR.

THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.

HERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face,

Here would I touch and handle things unseen ; Here grasp with firmer hand the' eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

Here would I feed upon the bread of God;

Here drink with Thee the royal wine of heaven;

Here would I lay aside each earthly load,
Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

This is the hour of banquet and of song,

This is the heavenly table spread for me: Here let me feast, and, feasting, still prolong The brief bright hour of fellowship with Thee.

Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear;

The feast, though not the love, is pass'd and gone; The bread and wine remove, but Thou art here ; Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun.

I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon;
It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed:
My strength is in Thy might,-Thy might alone.

I have no wisdom, save in Him who is
My Wisdom and my Teacher, both in one :
No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise;
No teaching do I crave, save Thine alone.

Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness;
Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood ;
Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace,—
Thy blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God.

I know that deadly evils compass me,

Dark perils threaten; yet I would not fear, Nor poorly shrink, nor feebly turn to flee:

Thou art, O Christ, my buckler, sword, and spear.

But see the pillar-cloud is rising now,

And moving onward through the desert night :
It beckons, and I follow; for I know
It leads me to the heritage of light.

Feast after feast thus comes and passes by;
Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above,
Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy,

The Lamb's great bridal feast of bliss and love.

ROBERT BROWNING.

HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD
NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX.

I.

I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ;

I gallop'd, Dirck gallop'd, we gallop'd all three :

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