And now on earth the seventh

O DAY most calm, most bright, Evening arose in Eden, for the sun

The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Was set, and twilight from the east came on, Th' endorsement of supreme delight, Forerunning night; when at the holy mount Writ by a friend, and with his blood; Of heav'n's high-seated top, the imperial | The couch of time, care's balm and bay! throne

The week were dark, but for thy light: Of Godhead, fixed for ever firm and sure, Thy torch dotb shew the way. The Filial Power arrived, and sat him down With his great Father; for he also went The other days and thou Invisible, yet staid, (such privilege

Make up one man; whose face thou art, Hath Omnipresence) and the work ordained, Knocking at Heaven with thy brow: Author and End of all things; and, from The workie days are the back part ; work

The burthen of the week lies there, Now resting, blessed and hallowed the se- | Making the whole to stoop and bow, venth day,

Till thy release appear.
As resting on that day from all his work,
But not in silence holy kept; the harp

Man hath straight forward gone Had work and rested not ; the solemn pipe To endless death ; but thou dost pull And dulcimer, all organs of sweet stop, And turn us round to look on One, All sounds on fret by string or golden wire, | Whom, if we were not very dull, Tempered soft tunings, intermixed with We could but choose to look on still; voice

Since there is no place so lone, Choral or unison : of incense clouds,

The which he doth not fill. Fuming from golden censers, hid the mount. Creation and the six-days' act they sing: Sundays the pillars are, “ Great are thy works, Jehovah ! infinite on which Heaven's palace arched lies: Thy power! What thought can measure The other days fill up the spare thee, or tongue

And hollow room with vanities. Relate thee! Greater now in thy return They are the fruitful beds and borders Than from the giant angels : thee that day Of God's rich garden : that is bare Thy thunders magpified; but to create

Which parts their ranks and orders. Is greater, than created to destroy."

The Sundays of man's life,
So sung they, and the empyrean rung Threaded together on Time's string,
With hallelujahs: thus was Sabbath kept. / Make bracelets to adorn the wife

Of the eternal glorious King.

Eternity in Time—the steps by which On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope; We climb to future ages-lamps that light Blessings are plentiful and rife,

Man through his darker days, and thought More plentiful than hope.

enrich,

Yielding redemption for the week's dull This day my Saviour rose,

flight. And did enclose this light for his, That, as each beast his manger knows,

Wakeners of prayer in man-his resting

bowers Man might not of his fodder miss.

As on he journeys in the narrow way, Christ hath took in this piece of ground,

Where, Eden-like, Jehovah's walking hours, And made a garden there for those

Are waited for as in the cool of day. Who want herbs for their wound.

Days fix'd by God for intercourse with dust, The rest of our creation

To raise our thoughts, and purify our Our great Redeemer did remove,

powers i With the same sbake which, at his passion, | Periods appointed to renew our trust : Did th' earth and all things with it move.

A gleain of glory after six days' showers! As Sampson bore the doors away, Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our | A milky way mark'd out through skies else salvation,

drear, And did unhinge that day.

By radiant suns that warm as well as

shine; The brightness of that day

A clue, which he who follows knows no fear, We sullied by our foul offence;

Though briers and thorns around his pathWherefore that robe we cast away,

way twine. Having a new at bis expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price

Foretastes of heaven on earth; pledges of joy That was required to make us gay,

Surpassing fancy's flights and fiction's And fit for Paradise.

story ; The preludes of a feast that cannot cloy,

And the bright out-courts of immortal
Thou art a day of mirth :

glory!
And where the week day's trail on ground,
Thy flight is higher, as thy birth,
O let me take thee at the bound,
Leaping with thee from seven to seven,

SABBATH MORNING.
Till that we both, being toss'd from earth,
Fly hand in hand to heaven!

GRAHAME.

How still the morning of the hallow'd day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour ; hushed
The ploughboy's whistle and the milkmaid's

song.
BARTON.

The sithe lies glittering in the dewy wreath

Of tedded grass, mingled with fading flowers, Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss, That yester-morn bloomed waving in the In heavenly flowers unfolding week by breeze week ;

Sounds the most faint attract the ear--the hum The next world's gladness imaged forth in Of early bee, the trickling of the dew, this;

The distant bleating midway up the hill. Days of whose worth the Christian's beart Calmness sits throned on yon unmoving can speak!

To him who wanders o'er the upland leas, | Sweet is the light of SABBATH Eve, The blackbird's note comes mellower through And soft the sunbeam lingering there; the dale;

Those sacred hours this low earth leave, And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark Wafted on wings of praise and prayer. Warbles his heaven-tuned song; the lulling brook

This time, how lovely and how still ! Murmurs more gently down the deep-worn Peace shines, and smiles on all below; glen;

The plain, the stream, the wood, the bill, While from yon lowly roof, whose curling All fair with eyening's setting glow!

smoke O'ermounts the mist, is heard, at intervals | SEASON OF Rest! the tranquil soul The voice of psalms--the simple song of Feels thy sweet calm, and melts in love; praist.

And while these sacred moments roll, With dove like wings, Peace o'er yon vil. / Faith sees a smiling heaven above.

lage broods: The dizzying mill-wheel rests; the anvil's din How short the time, how soon the sun Hath ceased; all, all around is quietness. Sets; and dark night resumes her reign! Less fearful on this day, the limping hare | And soon the hours of rest are done, Stops, and looks back, and stops, and looks Tben morrow brings the world again.

on man, Her deadliest foe. The toil-worn horse, set Yet will our journey not be long, free,

Our pilyrimage will soon be trod; Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large; And we shall join the ceaseless song, And, as lois stiff unwieldy bulk he rolls, The endless SABBATH of our God. His iron-arm'd hoofs gleam in the morning

ray.

THE MILLENNIAL SABBATH. I COMMERCE! not now, as once of old,

Art thou the tool of vice for gold.
MONTGOMERY.

The tears of wo, and blood of slaves, Muse! take the harp of prophecy: behold! Not now, as once, pollute the waves ; The glories of a brighter age unfold!

Food for soft Vice, and PLEASURE's store,

Lade the polluted boards no more; # Father of Mercies ! speed the promised hour; But every good that nature yields, Thy kingdom come with all-restoring power;

Rich fruits from gardens, food from fields. · Peace, virtue, knowledge, spread from pole

The treasures, suns and showers dispense to pole,

Through all pervading providence ; # As round the world the ocean-waters roll!

Fruits of the mind, and many a store · Hope waits the morning of celestial light;

Of human and of sacred lore ;. Time plumes his wings for everlasting flight;

The ARTS and SCIENCES combine, * Unchanging seasons have their march begun;

Saviour! to make the empire thine. Millennial years are bastening to the Sun;

PAINTING portrays some lively thought; Seen through thick clouds, by Faith's trans

The airy group hath SCULPTURE wrought; piercing eyes,

Song bids to him her lays aspire, The New Creation shines in purer skies.

And Music gives them warmer fire; All hail !—the age of crime and suffering

Fancy and REASON, STRENGTH and Art,

Each bears her own, her several part. ends, The reign of righteousness from heaven de- | The curse of War is past and o'er,

The blade shall bathe in blood no more! scends; Vengeance for ever sheaths the afflicting

sword ; Death is destroy'd, and Paradise restored :

Within the cot, within the tower, Man, rising from the ruins of his fall,

Wherever we inay roam ; Is one with God, and God is All in All.

In city, field, or summer-bower,

How sweet is every home!
Love and Religion mingling there,
Make all alike around it fair.

Sweet is the beaming smile of light,
EDMESTON.

That Love darts through the eye ;
It seems as if the summer sky

Her glance may well make warm and bright Assumed a purer blue ;

The sternest winter-sky. It seems as if the flow 'ret's dye

LOVE bids perpetual summer shine, Put on a brighter hoe;

And bids perpetual roses twine, It seems as if rough ocean's wave

Though storms be howling by : Could now the bark but gently lave; But when to Love, so warm, is given A loveliness so soft, so fair,

To look past Earth's short bound to Heaven, Pervades the earth, the sea, the air ;

To see its sweets re-bloom anew Peace dwells below, and all above

In fields more green, and skies more blue; Bespeaks the heavenly reign of love. Love, burning with Religion's flame,

Each hope, each fear, each joy the same; EMMANUEL -tby sceptre bends

Souls, both as one, commingled there, O’er every land beneath the sun ; The same bright hope, the same sweet prayer, Where'er the track of man extends,

The cross, their common bond—the seal, Have thy sweet victories been won ! That faith, which each profess and feel: Thy cross has shune the cresset light

Oh ! this is love, surpassing far, To wandering men, in storms of night,

What all mere earthly passions are : And shew'd them, anxious and distrest, More pure, more lovely, and more warm The haven of eternal rest.

Than lit by fairest earthly form.