The savage snow cliffs seemed to frown,
The howling winds came fiercer down;
Shrouded in such a dismal scene,
No mortal aid whereon tolean;
Think you what music 'twas to hear-
I see the Cross! our way is clear!

We looked, and there, amid the snows,
A simple cross of wood uprose;
Firm in the tempest's awful wrath
It stood to guide the traveller's path,
And point to where the valley lies
Serene beneath the summer's skies.
One dear companion of that night,
Has passed away from mortal sight;
He reached his home to droop and fade,
And sleep within his native glade;
But as his fluttering hand I took,
Before he gave his farewell look,
He whispered from his bed of pain-
The alpine cross! I see again!
Then, smiling, sank to endless rest
Upon his weeping mother's breast.

THE LAW OF LOVE.

Reader, whosoe'r thou art,

What God has given, that impart ;
Hide it not within the ground,
Send the cup of blessing round.

Has thou power? the weak defend;
Light? give light, thy knowledge lend;
Rich? remember him who gave;
Free? be brother to the slave.

Called a blessing to inherit,
Bless, and richer blessings merit;
Give, and more shall yet be given ;
Love and serve, and look for heaven.

EVENING THOUGHTS.

Soon as the shades of evening close,
Welcoming mortals to repose;
And glittering stars, like angels' eyes,
With majic beauty fill the skies,
Till all that's bright and all that's fair,
To loving hearts seemed centered there
Then let sweet music's thrilling power
And the soft stillness of the hour,
Fill heaven with all its glorious light,
Descend upon our raptured sight,
And peace, and hope, and joy and rest,
Steal gently o'er the troubled breast.

;

Alas! 'tis but a transient feeling
Over the ruffled spirit stealing!
The eyes may close in peace at night,
But cares return with morning light;
And stamped upon man's noble brow,
The marks of grief are lingering now;
There was a time e're sin's chill blight
When joy unchequered and serene,
Without a cloud to mar the scene,
Filled Eden's bowers with hues so fair
That heaven itself seemed imaged there.

And still at times, sweet thoughts will rise,
Which take their source from paradise;
And hopes and joys, and tender fears,
And grief's sweet balm-the bliss of tears;
And glimpses of that happier shower
Where the world's sorrows vex no more,
And thus the spirit upward springs,
As if it only needed wings
To fly away and be at rest,
In some lone island of the blest.

AUTUMN THOUGHTS.

The seared leaves that now are spread,
Upon the ground on which we tread,
Stamps the mind with solemn awe,
Of nature's never varying law.
They show how frail a thing is man,
That life is but อ little span;
They point the mind to final rest,
A heavenly home with all the blest.
May then these emblems Lord of thine,
Affections round our hearts entwine;
Our lives the purer then will be
Subdued and passive Lord to thee.

Impress our thoughts with things divine,
Renew our hearts and make them thine,
That when our labour here shall cease,
Our souls may find eternal peace.
Oh may our hearts then soften'd be,
And sweetly turned with love to thee;
Our every thought be raised above,
And tempers gentle as the dove.

The rustling leaves, the murmuring stream,
Awake our thoughts aa a dream;

With music like a vesper hymn,

That leaves no room for care or sin.

Oh fading dream! a vision fled,
And transient as the leaves we tread.
Ye shew that nothing here below
Can soothe the heart oppressed by woe.
Impart unto thy servants Lord,
A yearning for thy sacred word;
Let thy free grace be all our stay,
O lead us in thy heavenly way.
Cause us more gratitude to shew,
And to thy will divinely bow;
Thy saving grace to us impart,
To cleanse and purify the heart.

Nought here below can give us rest,
Or soothe the troubled aching breast,
But that bright world where angels reign,
Know not of strife, nor yet of pain.

Then may our hearts expand to thee,
With faith look up until we see
That happy shore where all the blest,
With thee shall find eternal rest,

TO A DEPRESSED FRIEND.

Let God be thy refuge
Whate'er be thy lot,

The world may change round thee,
But he changes not.

There's a flower in the meadow,

There is fruit on the tree,
And a bright beam of sunshine,
Still waiting for thee.

THE UNCERTAINTY OF EARTHLY

THINGS.

The world and all its scenes will fade,
Where should our treasures then be laid,
Not in this world where care and pain,
And anguish long protracted reign.
Then let our souls to thee aspire,

be

Our thoughts be fixed on something higher;
That passing through a world of care,
The joys of heaven we then may share.
Let then our highest earthly aim,
Be still to love and fear thy name;
That thus through life our souls may
Prepared to reign O Lord with thee.
Our feeble frames must e're long cease,
O grant us Lord that blessed peace,
That passing from a world of strife,
We then may hail the newborn life.

No more the spirit droops with care,
No more the heavy cross we bear;
As gathered in thy heavenly fold,
We share the bliss of joys untold.
Hail joyous morn to those whose lives,
A pattern of thine own survives,
Their day of grace has come at last,
They hail with joy the trumpet's blast.

ON THE DEPARTURE OF A FRIEND.

Conqueror of death. incarnate God,

Oh! teach thy servants now,
Submissively to kiss thy rod
And own that it is thou.

Through this most agonising hour,
May we thy comforts prove,
As thou art with us in thy power,
Be with us in thy love.

We weep, but they are gentle tears,
We weep, but not for pain,
We would not add unto thy years,
Or call thee back again.

Farewell, farewell, for us no more
Thy voice with ours may blend,
We know it is but
gone before,

Where praises never end.

And may our souls attuned like thine,
Thy song in heaven soon share,
And ransomed by our Saviour join
One hallelujah there.

NIGHT.

The quiet of the night again returns,
The body rests, the soul it yearns,
O bright abode; O glorious day,
When tears shall all be wiped away.