The Hope beyond the Grave. All labourers draw home at even, And can to other say, "Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, 213 C Come not, D Lord. T. MOORE.-Air, Haydn. OME not, O Lord, in the dread robe of splendour, Thou wor'st on the Mount, in the day of Thine ire; Come, veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender, Which mercy flings over Thy features of fire! Lord, Thou rememb'rest the night when Thy nation * So when the dread clouds of anger unfold Thee, The Hope beyond the Grave. J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by Stephen Glover. HERE'S a hope-'tis not for splendour, THE For splendour cannot give, With all that it can render, The hope for which we live ; * Exodus xiv. 20. Worth all the fame we sigh for, There's a hope, though few have sought it, Mariner's Hymn. CAROLINE SOUTHEY. LAUNCH thy bark, mariner! Christian, Heaven speed thee! Let loose the rudder bands! Good angels lead thee! Set thy sails warily, Tempests will come : Look to the weather bow, There-sweep the blast. Hope in Sorrow. What of the night, watchman? No land yet-all's right." Danger may be At an hour when all seems Securest to thee. How-gains the leak so fast? Hoist up thy merchandise- Now the ship rights; Slacken not sail yet At inlet or island, Straight for the beacon steer Straight for the high land; Crowd all thy canvas on, Cut through the foam, Heaven is thy home! E Hope in Sorrow. ANNA BLACKWELL. YES that have spent their weeping, That have lost the power of tears; Hearts that are coldly keeping The memories of years; 215 Sleep! sleep, and through your slumbers The watchers, tried and calm, Shall say, 66 No cloud can gather Not for His own good pleasure "Who gently bears his sorrow, And wear the starry crown." The Child and the Stars. J. E. CARPENTER.—Music by James Perring. HEY tell me, dear father, each gem in the sky "TH That sparkles at night is a star, But why do they dwell in those regions so And shed their cold lustre so far? I know that the sun makes the blossoms to That it gives to the flow'rets their birth, high, spring, But what are the stars? do they nothing but fling Their cold rays of light upon earth?” The Use of the Flowers. "My child, it is said that yon stars in the sky Are worlds that are fashion'd like this, Where the souls of the good and the gentle who die, And the ray that they shed o'er the earth is the light Of His glory whose throne is above, That tells us, who dwell in these regions of night, 217 “Then, father, why still press your hand to your brow, Why still are your cheeks pale with care? If all that was gentle be dwelling there now, Dear mother, I know, must be there." "Thou chidest me well," said the father, with pain, "Thy wisdom is greater by far; We may mourn for the lost, but we should not complain, While we gaze on each beautiful star." The Use of the Flowers. MRS MARY HOWITT. OD might have bade this earth bring forth G° Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all. He might have made enough,—enough For every want of ours,— For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have made no flowers. The ore within the mountain mine Requireth none to grow, Nor doth it need the lotus flower To make the river flow, |