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Go;-but the circle of eternal change,

Which is the life of nature, shall restore, With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range, Thee to thy birth-place of the deep once more; Sweet odours in the sea-air, sweet and strange, Shall tell the home-sick mariner of the shore ; And, listening to thy murmur, he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream. W. C. BRYANT, 1798-American.

"SHOW US THE FATHER.”

JOHN xiv. 8.

HAVE ye not seen Him, when through parted snows
Wake the first kindlings of the vernal green?
When 'neath its modest veil the arbutus blows,
And the pure snow-drop bursts its folded screen?
When the wild rose, that asks no florist's care,
Unfoldeth its rich leaves, have ye not seen Him there?

Have ye not seen Him, when the infant's eye,

Through its bright sapphire-windows, shows the mind?

When, in the trembling of the tear or sigh,

Floats forth that essence, trembling and refined? Saw ye not Him, the Author of our trust,

Who breathed the breath of life into a frame of dust?

Have ye not heard Him, when the tuneful rill
Casts off its icy chains and leaps away?
In thunders echoing loud from hill to hill?
In song of birds at break of summer's day?
Or in the ocean's everlasting roar,

Battling the old gray rocks that sternly guard his shore?

Amid the stillness of the Sabbath morn,

When vexing cares in tranquil slumber rest, When in the heart the holy thought is born,

And Heaven's high impulse warms the waiting breast,

Have ye not felt Him, while your kindling prayer Swell'd out in tones of praise, announcing God was there?

Show us the Father! If ye fail to trace

His chariot where the stars majestic roll, His pencil 'mid earth's loveliness and grace, His presence in the Sabbath of the soul, How can you see Him till the day of dread,

When to assembled worlds the book of doom is read? MRS L. H. SIGOURNEY.

-American.

HYMN TO HESPERUS.

BRIGHT lonely beam, fair heavenly speck,
That, calling all the stars to duty,
Through stormless ether gleam'st to deck
The fulgent west's unclouded beauty;
All silent are the fields, and still

The umbrageous wood's recesses dreary,
As if calm came at thy sweet will,
And Nature of day's strife were weary.

Fair star! with soft repose and peace
I hail thy vesper beam returning;
Thou seem'st to say that troubles cease

In the pure sphere where thou art burning; Sweet 'tis on thee to gaze and muse;

Sure angel wings around thee hover, And from life's fountain scatter dews, To freshen earth, day's fever over.

Star of the bee! with laden thigh

Thy twinkle warns its homeward winging; Star of the bird! thou bidd'st her lie

Down o'er her young, and hush her singing;

Star of the pilgrim! travel-sore,

How sweet, reflected in the fountains,

He hails thy circlet gleaming o'er

The shadow of his native mountains!

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Thou art the Star of Freedom, thou

Undo'st the bonds which gall the sorest; Thou bring'st the ploughman from his plough; Thou bring'st the woodman from his forest; Thou bring'st the wave-worn fisher home, With all his scaly wealth around him; And bidd'st the heart-sick school-boy roam Freed from the letter'd tasks that bound him.

Star of the mariner! thy car,

O'er the blue waters twinkling clearly, Reminds him of his home afar,

And scenes he still loves, ah, how dearly! He sees his native fields, he sees

Gray twilight gathering o'er his mountains, And hears the rustle of green trees,

The bleat of flocks, and gush of fountains.

Star of the mourner! 'mid the gloom,
When droops the west o'er day departed,
The widow bends above the tomb

Of him who left her broken-hearted:
Darkness within and night around,

The joys of life no more can move her, When lo! thou lightest the profound,

To tell that Heaven's eye glows above her.

Star of the lover! Oh, how bright

Above the copeswood dark thou shinest,

As longs he for those eyes of light,

For him whose lustre burns divinest!

Earth and the things of earth depart,

Transform'd to scenes and sounds elysian ; Warm rapture gushes o'er his heart,

And life seems like a faëry vision,

Star of the poet! thy pale fire,
Awakening, kindling inspiration,
Burns in blue ether, to inspire

The loftiest themes of meditation;
He deems some holier, happier race
Dwells in the orbit of thy beauty,
Souls of the just, redeem'd by grace,
Whose path on earth was that of duty.

Bright leader of the hosts of heaven!

When day from darkness God divided,
In silence through the empyrean driven,
Forth from the east thy chariot glided.
Star after star, o'er night and earth,
Shone out in brilliant revelation;
And all the angels sang for mirth,
To hail the finish'd fair creation.

Star of declining day, farewell!

Ere lived the patriarchs, thou wert yonder; Ere Isaac 'mid the piny dell,

Went forth at eventide to ponder;

And when to death's stern mandate bow
All whom we love, and all who love us,
Thou shalt uprise, as thou dost now,

To shine, and shed thy tears above us.

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