RESIGNATION.

I GIVE thee to thy God!-the God that gave thee,
A well-spring of deep gladness to my heart!
And precious as thou art

And pure as dew of Hermon, He shall have thee,
My own, my beautiful, my undefiled!

And thou shalt be His child.

MRS. HEMANS.

THE CHRISTIAN VIRGIN'S ADDRESS TO HER APOSTATE LOVER.

O! LOST to faith, to peace, to heaven!
Canst thou a recreant be

To him whose life for thine was given,
Whose cross endured for thee?
Canst thou for earthly joys, resign
A love immortal, pure, divine,
Yet link thy plighted truth to mine,

And cleave unchanged to me?

Thou canst not-and 'tis breathed in vain

The sophistry of love ;Though not in pride or cold disdain

Mine is no weak, no vain regret;

Thy wrongs to me I might forget-
But not to Him above.

Cease then-thy fond impassion'd vow,
In happier hours so dear;
(No virgin-pride restrains me now)
I must not turn to hear;

For still my erring heart might prove

Too weak to spurn thy proffer'd love ;

And tears, though feign'd and false, might move, And prayers, though insincere.

But no! the tie so firmly bound

Is torn asunder now;

How deep that sudden wrench may wound,

It recks not to avow;

Go thou to fortune and to fame;

I sink to sorrow-suffering-shame;

Yet think, when Glory gilds thy name,

I would not be as thou.

Thou canst not light or wavering deem
The bosom all thine own;

Thou know'st in Joy's enlivening beam,
Or Fortune's adverse frown;

My pride, my bliss had been to share
Thy hopes; to sooth thine hours of care;
With thee the Martyr's cross to bear,
Or win the Martyr's crown.

'Tis o'er; but never from my heart
Shall Time thine image blot;
The dreams of other days depart ;—
Thou shalt not be forgot;

And never in the suppliant sigh

Pour'd forth to Him who sways the sky,

Shall mine own name be breathed on high,
And thine remember'd not.

Farewell! and O! may He whose love
Endures though Man rebel,

In Mercy yet thy guilt reprove;

Thy dark'ning clouds dispel: Where'er thy wandering steps incline, My fondest prayers-nor only mine ;— The aid of Israel's God be thine;

And in His name-Farewell!

REV. THOMAS DALE.

"FORGIVE."

Oн God, my sins are manifold, against my life they cry, And all my guilty deeds foregone, up to thy temple fly; Wilt thou release my trembling soul, that to despair is driven:

Forgive "a blessed voice replied, and thou shalt be forgiven.

My foemen, Lord! are fierce and fell, they spurn me in their pride,

They render evil for my good, my patience they deride

Arise, oh King! and be the proud to righteous ruin driven;

Forgive"-an awful answer came, as thou would'st be forgiven.

Seven times, oh Lord! I pardon'd them, seven times they sinned again,

They practise still to work me woe, they triumph in my pain.

But let them dread my vengeance now, to just resent

ment driven;

"Forgive "the voice of thunder spake, or never be

forgiven.

BISHOP HEBER.

PASSING AWAY.

66 6 PASSING AWAY' IS WRITTEN ON THE WORLD AND

ALL THE WORLD CONTAINS.

Ir is written on the rose,

In its glory's full array; Read what those buds disclose, "Passing away."

It is written on the skies

Of the soft blue summer-day,

It is traced in sunset's dyes

"Passing away."

It is written on the trees,

As their young leaves glistening play; And on brighter things than these—

It is written on the brow,

Where the spirit's ardent ray
Lives and burns and triumphs now-
"Passing away."

It is written on the heart

Alas, that there decay,

Should claim from love a part

“Passing away.”