At morning, noon, and dewy eve,
Attendant on the scenes!-

And earth invigorated rolled
Rejoicing on her way,

As through her veins she felt this power

Of life begin to play.

Then fishes to the waters came,

And birds that fly in air;

Whilst creeping things and insect life

Were met with everywhere.-

The lark now first amid the sky
Its music richly poured;
A ministering priest to thee,

Its Maker and its Lord!

The nightingale with winsome note,
The silence of the night,
Awoke with eloquence of song
And carols of delight.-

The eagle with his pinions wide,

And eyes so fierce and keen, Soared heavenward unto the sun

And sported in its beam.

While doves, sweet birds of innocence,

Cooed mid the verdant trees,

And all the air was resonant

With troops of humming bees.

The salmon sported mid the streams,

The whale amid the deep;

And on the prairies antelopes,

And mid the mountains sheep.

The lion with a royal mien,

The monarch of the plain, Stalked forth magnificently bold

And entered on his reign.—

Thus cattle and the animals,

Which woods and fields adorn,

With beasts that prowl in search of prey
To light and life were born.—
Thus was the earth and all her host

Made ready for a guest;

With everything that heart would have,

Pronounced by Thee the best.

That guest came forth, formed from the dust,

A keystone for the whole,

Endowed with life from out Thine Hand,

Thine Image, and a soul.—

And for a helpmeet, Thou didst give

A sympathizing friend!

A being taken from his side!—

Her life with his to blend.

Then to them gave Thy blessing rich

A paradise of joy,

Thy Presence and an intercourse

Sin only could destroy.—

How many ages rolled away

As swept those changes on? No effort of the scientist

To ravel yet hath won ;—

Yet all was done and at the last

Pronounced by Thee most good,

Still further for the weal of man,
Thou didst decree, he should
For ever keep one day to Thee-
One holy day in seven-

In which to rest and meditate,

And taste the joys of Heaven.— Most wonderful, Almighty Lord! Who thus the earth upreared, And for the honour of Thy Name Its tenants thus prepared,

Shall we not praise Thy matchless skill? Shall we not love Thee, Lord ?

Yea, God our Father and our Friend! Be everywhere adored!

THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER.

It was an eve in summer-time,

The day was well-nigh done; And all the western heavens wore The glories of the sun.

A group of men sat 'neath the elm, Which grows in Coxwold's Street; That rural village in which Sterne Found such a calm retreat.

They chatted pleasantly and smoked,

Whilst children round them played; When most distinct the voice of one

Unto the others said:

'I'll tell to thee, as tales are told,

A story of my prime;

When I was lusty, young, and bold,

And fit for any clime.'

The speaker was an aged man

Of four-score years and three;
Yet still his strength, and manly fire,
Shone forth conspicuously.

Renowned was he both far and near

For sterling common-sense;

Which is a faculty most rare,

And one we can't dispense.

Attention soon reigned all around;
For all did love to hear
The stories that the veteran told,
Replete with lessons clear.

I fancy that I see him now
Amid that listening group!-
A figure tall above them all,
With just a little stoop.

Clad in a rustic, homely garb,

His honest face aglow;

And hair and beard with winter's white,

Resembling drifted snow,

In kindly tones he then once more

Began the following tale :—

'Tis now full fifty years ago,

When in this pleasant vale

There dwelt a noble-hearted man,

A wealthy farmer he;

Whose stacks and stock, whose fields and crop, Were worth the while to see.