STANZAS. SIR ROBERT GRANT. How deep the joy, Almighty Lord, With envying eyes I see The swallow fly to nestle there, A bliss denied to me! Compell'd by day to roam for food Where scorching suns or tempests rude Their angry influence fling, Oh! gladly, in that shelter'd nest, She smooths at eve her ruffled breast, And folds her weary wing. Thrice happy wanderer! fain would I, Like thee, from ruder climates fly, That seat of rest to share; Opprest with tumult, sick with wrongs, How oft my fainting spirit longs To lay its sorrow there! Oh! ever on that holy ground The covering cherub Peace is founa, And Charity's seraphic glow, For e'en that refuge but bestows Then upwards we shall take our flight, A heaven without a cloud! K (Original.) THE WANING MOON. A. R. C. PALE moon! thou shedd'st a waning beam What makes thy lessening orb so dim ?— 'Tis earth's dark shade 'twixt thee and him, Sole fountain of thy borrow'd light. Methinks, pale moon! in thee I trace Thou'rt like a heart where Christ hath shone, Turn'd from the source of light away, Unmindful that from Him alone It borrows one reflected ray. Thou'rt like a heart which once hath been With heavenly joys and glories fill'd, Where things of time have come between, And all its warm devotion chill'd. But soon thy beams shall shine anew, Gilding the heavens with radiance clear. So with the heart which Jesus' smile It is not He forsakes the heart His changeless mercy once hath blest; "Tis we who faithlessly depart Till He allures us back to rest. THE CHURCHYARD. JOHN BETHUNE. АH me! this is a sad and silent city! Its grassy streets, with melancholy pity !— Where are its children? where their gleesome play? Alas! their cradled rest is cold and deep, And slimy worms watch o'er them as they sleep! This is pale beauty's bourn: but where the beautiful Whom I have seen come forth at evening hours, Leading their aged friends, with feelings dutiful, Amid the wreaths of spring to gather flowers? Alas! no flowers are here, but flowers of death; And those who once were sweetest sleep beneath. This is a populous place: but where the bustling- |