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When they burst the chains of slumber,
Chains that guard but not encumber,
And glad fancies without number
Ring their playful chime."

"Nay, but with a moaning sound
Babes awakening start;

See the uneasy eye glance round,
Feel the beating heart."

"But the watcher's look prevailing,
In a moment stills that wailing,

Eye and heart have ceased their ailing,
Joy hath learned her part."

So when rose on Easter dawn
Our all-glorious Sun,

You might see love's eye withdrawn
From the adored One.

Tears that morn were in her waking,
Now again her heart is breaking ;-
Who may soothe her soul's sad aching ?
For her Lord is gone.

Him for tears she may not see,

Even her soul's delight,

Yet full near to her is he.

Say, did hosts of light
Ever breathe in mortals' hearing
Tones so soft, so heavenly cheering?
"Mary," was the word endearing-
Heaven and earth grew bright.

Lo, the babe spreads out his arms

Towards the watcher's face,
Fain to hide from sad alarms

In love's safe embrace.-
See the Word of Grace attending,
Magdalen full lowly bending.

"Touch me not till mine ascending,"
Is the Word of Grace.

Love with infant's haste would fain

Touch him and adore,

But a deeper, holier gain

Mercy keeps in store.

"Touch me not: awhile believe me :
Touch me not till heaven receive me,
Then draw near and never leave me,
Then I go no more."

THE JOURNEY TO EMMAUS.

Camper.

Ir happened on a solemn even-tide,
Soon after He who was our surety died,
Two bosom friends, each pensively inclined,
The scene of all their sorrows left behind,
Sought their own village, busied as they went
In musings worthy of the great event:

They spake of Him they loved, of Him whose life
Though blameless had incurred perpetual strife;
Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts,
A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
The recollection, like a vein of ore,

The further traced, enriched them still the more;
They thought him, and they justly thought him, one
Sent to do more than he appeared t' have done:
To exalt a people and to place them high
Above all else-and wondered he should die.
Ere yet they brought their journey to an end,
A stranger joined them, courteous as a friend,
And asked them, with a kind engaging air,
What their affliction was, and begged a share.
Informed, he gathered up the broken thread,
And, truth and wisdom gracing all he said,
Explained, illustrated, and searched so well
The tender theme on which they chose to dwell,
That reaching home, the night, they said, is near,
We must not now be parted, sojourn here.
The new acquaintance soon became a guest,
And made so welcome at their simple feast,
He blessed the bread, but vanished at the word,
And left them both exclaiming, "Twas the Lord!
Did not our hearts feel all he deigned to say-
Did they not burn within us by the way?"

THE CHRISTIAN WARRIOR.

Montgomery.

SERVANT of God! well done!

Rest from thy lov'd employ!
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy,
The voice at midnight came ;
He started up to hear,

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell,-but felt no fear.

Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield.

His sword was in his hand,

Still warm with recent fight; Ready that moment, at command, Through rock and steel to smite.

It was a two-edged blade,

Of heavenly temper keen;

And double were the wounds it made,
Where'er it glanced between.

'Twas death to sin; 'twas life
To all who mourn'd for sin;
It kindled and it silenced strife,
Made war and peace within.

Oft with its fiery force

His arm had quell'd the foe,
And laid, resistless in his course,
The alien-armies low.
Bent on such glorious toils,

The world to him was loss;
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils,
He hung upon the cross.

At midnight came the cry,
"To meet thy God prepare!"

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
His spirit, with a bound,

Left its encumbering clay:

His tent, at sun-rise, on the ground,
A darken'd ruin lay.

The pains of death are past,

Labour and sorrow cease;

And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ! well done!
Praise be thy new employ ;
And while eternal ages run,
Rest. in thy Saviour's joy.

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