No arm in the day of the conflict could wound him, LESSON CII. The Harvest Moon.-W. MILLAR. How lovely is the scene !-how bright The wood-the lawn-the mountain's breast, When thou, fair Moon of Harvest! hast Thy radiant glory all unfurled, And sweetly smilest in the west, Far down upon the silent world. Dispel the clouds, majestic orb! That round the dim horizon brood, That rests upon the slumbering flood, Oh let thy cloudless glory shed The omens of a frowning sky. Shine on, fair orb of light! and smile He bore in summer's sultry ray; LESSON CIII. Thalaba among the ruins of Babylon.-SOUTHEY THE many-colored domes* When through the gate the early traveller pass'd. Above the low horizon's lingering light, Looked down on swarming myriads; once she flung Low lay her bulwarkst; the black scorpion basked The she-wolf hid her whelps. Is yonder huge and shapeless heap, what once * Of Bagdad. + Pron bul-wurks-u as in bull. Work of imperial dotage? Where the fane The Assyrian slaves adored? A labyrinth of ruins, Babylon Spreads o'er the blasted plain. The wandering Arab never sets his tent Within her walls. The shepherd eyes afar Her evil towers, and devious drives his flock. Alone unchanged, a free and bridgeless tide, Euphrates rolls along, Eternal nature's work. Through the broken pōrtal, Cautious he trod, and felt The dangerous ground before him with his bow. The stork, alarmed at sound of man, The adder, in her haunts disturbed, Twilight and moonshine, dimly mingling, gave The moon still pale and faint,— Broken by many a mass of blackest shade; Long columns stretching dark through weeds and moss; And of their former shape, low-arched or square, Figured with long grass fringed. Reclined against a column's broken shaft, The ruins closed him in : It seemed as if no foot of man He stood and gazed awhile, Musing or. Babel's pride, and Babel's fall; He passed in silence on. LESSON CIV. Daily Prayer.-Morning.-CHANNING. THE Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments agree in enjoining prayer. Let no man call himself a christian, who lives without giving a part of life to this duty. We are not taught how often we must pray; but our Lord in teaching us to say, "Give us this day our daily bread," implies that we should pray daily. As to the particular hours to be given to this duty, every christian may choose them for himself. Our religion is too liberal and spiritual to bind us to any place or any hour of prayer. But there are parts of the day particularly favorable to this duty, and which, if possible, should be redeemed for it. The first of these periods is the morning, which even nature seems to have pointed out to men of different religions, as a fit time for offerings to the Divinity. In the morning our minds are not so much shaken by worldly cares and pleasures, as in other parts of the day. Retirement and sleep have helped to allay the violence of our feelings, to calm the feverish excitement so often produced by intercourse with men. The hour is a still one. The hurry and tumults of life are not begun, and we naturally share in the tranquillity around us. Having for so many hours lost our hold on the world, we can banish it more easily from the mind, and worship with less divided attention. This, then, is a favorable time for approaching the invisible Author of our being, for strengthening the intimacy of our minds with him, for thinking upon a future life, and for seeking those spiritual aids which we need in the labors and temptations of every day. In the morning there is much to feed the spirit of devotion. It offers an abundance of thoughts, friendly to pious feeling. When we look on creation, what a happy and touching change do we witness! A few hours past, the earth was wrapt in gloom and silence There seemed " a pause in nature." But now, a new flood of light has broken forth, and creation rises before us in fresher and brighter hues, and seems to rejoice as if it had just received birth from its Author. The sun never sheds more cheerful beams, and never proclaims more loudly God's glory and goodness, than when he returns after the coldness and dampness of night, and awakens man and inferior animals to the various purposes of their being. A spirit of joy seems breathed over the earth and through the sky. It requires little effort of imagination to read delight in the kindled clouds, or in the fields bright with dew. This is the time when we can best feel and bless the Power which said, "let there be light;" which “set a tabernacle for the sun in the heavens," and made him the dispenser of fruitfulness and enjoyment through all regions. If we next look at ourselves, what materials does the morning furnish for devout thought! At the close of the past day, we were exhausted by our labors, and unable to move without wearisome effort. Our minds were sluggish, and could not be held to the most interesting objects. From this state of exhaustion, we sunk gradually into entire insensibility. Our limbs becaine motionless; our senses were shut as in death. Our thoughts were suspended, or only wandered confusedly and without aim. Our friends, and the universe, and God himself were forgotten. And what a change does the morning bring with it! On waking we find, that sleep, the image of death, has silently infused into us a new life. The weary limbs are braced again. The dim eye has become bright and piercing. The mind is returned from the region of forgetfulness to its old possessions. Friends are met again with a new interest. We are again capable of devout sentiment, virtuous effort, and Christian hope. With what subjects of gratitude, then, does the morning furnish us? We can hardly recall the state of insensibility from which we have just emerged, without a consciousness of our dependance, or think of the renovation of our powers and intellectual being, without feeling our obligation to God. There is something very touching in the consideration, if we will fix our minds upon it, that God thought of us when we could not think; that he watched over us when we had no power to avert peril from ourselves; that he continued our vital motions, and in due time broke the chains of sleep. |