He'll shield thee in affliction's storm; 2 With jewelled sandals shod, 5 Clothed with white robes, and wave thy palm, 6 By which thy victory 's won, 8 And dwell for ever in GoD's sight, 9 And sound thy golden harp, with harpers harping loud, 10 In new Jerusalem, where floats no darkening cloud,11 Where shines no moon nor sun, 12 And where shall never more be night, 13 And where the ALMIGHTY's glory and THE LAMB are its eternal light ! 14 APOSTROPHE TO MUSIC. OH MUSIC thou, with constant zeal, 2 Isaiah xli. 10. xliii. 1, 2. Heb. xiii. 5, 6. 4 Rev. xiv. 1. 5 Isaiah lxi. 10. 6 Rev. vii. 9. 1. 1 Cor. xv. 57. 9 Rev. xiv. 5. xxii. 4. 10, 11. 12 Rev. xxi. 23. 13 Rev. xxii. 5. 31 Cor. xv. 42-44, 49, 53. 7 Luke i. 51. 8 Psalm xcviii. 10 Rev. xiv. 2, 3. 11 Rev. xxi. 2, 14 Rev. xxi, 23. MUSIC. "All thy works shall praise thee, oh LORD, And thy saints shall bless thee." Ps. cxlv. 10. THERE's music in the sullen roar There's music in the angry cry Of tempests struggling through the sky; There's music in the flashings fast There's music in the mingled light Of worlds that hold their ceaseless way. There's music in the song of love Of guardian angels pure and fair. In music each created thing The honors of its GoD doth sing; The courts of heaven with music ring, A SENTIMENTAL SONNET. No HOME! no home! Would I might weep! It burns upon the brain and sears: one friend, On whom to rest, and who would tend, Within his heart, my friendship's home, The gift of friendship safe, and keep, With pure and pious care, the love, Which I would give, and, with a deep And sacred sympathy, approve The struggling thoughts my heart would lend ! No home! Oh that I had a friend! THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM'S PASS-WORD.* "For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers." -1 CHRON. xxix. 15. "There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God."— HEB. iv. 9, "These all confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. They desire a better country, that is, an heavenly.” - HEB. xi. 13, 16. "For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come."— HEB. xiii. 14. "Seek ye the LORD, while he may be found; call ye upon him, while he is near."-ISA. lv. 6. A CHRISTIAN pilgrim held his lonely way, His cheeks were thin and pale, his locks were gray ; Along the busy world he moved unknown, Amid the hurrying crowd he moved alone, And none, of all that gay and careless throng, Marked the poor pilgrim as he went along. With lingering step he walked, and thoughtful seemed, And melting pity from his clear eye beamed, And ever and anon the old man meek Would pause with solemn air, as if to speak, And point with outstretched arm towards the sky, And talk of God-the soul-eternity,Strange jargon-speech, and stranger dogmas these, — While onward cheered those multitudes at ease, Or, if they gazed a moment, turned away, Nor cared they what the old man sought to say; * Lines addressed to a young friend. Their simplicity and irregular measure will be pardoned, as appropriate to their occasion. Till, from a merry-hearted group that passed, To where the pilgrim bent his steps, drew near, And on the way-worn traveller kindly smiled. "Sorrow intense, With pleasure blending, A mystic sense, Is ever bending, With magic power, Upon its flight, The passing hour, Like maiden tending, Within her bower, Some feeble flower, Or vine-stem slight. |