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Till Christ, thy glorious Lord, with clouds shall

come, And call thee hence, to share His heavenly



"For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape givo a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one, and come away."—Canticles ii. 11—13.

Winter is over, with its chilling rains,
And the stern frost that bound in icy chains
The mourning earth, has melted in the stream
Of living light poured from the sun's bright

beam. Fresh from her death-like sleep, Creation wakes, And, with a bound, to life and beauty breaks.

The woody glades, and sloping valleys ring With Nature's choir, the warbling birds of

Deep in the forest shades, the gentle dove
Breathes her low notes of melody and love,
And childhood looks with rapture at the sky,
Bright as the blue of his own laughing eye;
Then plucks the primrose pale and violet sweet
That deck the springiug turf beneath his feet.
Tis Nature's holiday, and every hour
Breathes a fresh loveliness o'er tree and flower.

Winter is over, and the new-born soul
Basks in the beams of heaven, that now control
With genial influence, the life divine,
Springing from Christ, the true and living vine.
Bright as the shining sun His glories rise,
And drive the gloomy shadows from the skies.
The iron chains that Satan cast around
The captive soul, fall powerless to the ground.
Jesus has set the weary prisoner free,
To breathe a life of love and liberty.
Fanned by the golden wings of heaven's dove,
The soul brings forth the fruits of peace and

Winter is over, through the joyous world
The King of kings His banner hath unfurled.
His saints have risen to meet Him in the skies
To view His glories with unclouded eyes.
Creation groans no more, for Jesus reigns,
And earth breathes forth her joy in loud and
rapturous strains.


"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."—Isaiah xliii. 2.

Proudly floats the noble bark,

As the waters gently lave,
And the seaman's eye can mark

Scarce a ripple o'er the wave.
While the ship, with graceful motion,
Ploughs the smooth and peaceful ocean.

But the calm portends a blast,

Tells of danger lurking nigh;
Hark! what wild scream floated past?

'Twas the stormy petrel's cry.
Furl the sails, ye seamen brave,
Lest ye find a watery grave.


On it comes, the sweeping blast,
But the proud ship bears it well;

Though the spray bedew her mast
As the raging billows swell;

For her sails are furled and ready,

All her seamen brave and steady.

Christian sailor, fear the calm,
Dread the smooth, unruffled sea,

Though it seem a false alarm,
There is danger nigh to thee.

Close the portholes, watch and pray,

Keep a look-out night and day.

Now the tempest's furious sweep
Dashes o'er the mast and sail,

'Mid the yawning billows deep
Disappears the vessel frail;—

Righted now, she floats again

O'er the rough and stormy main.

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