The news is told and echo'd, till the tale
Howe'er reviving, almost waxes stale.
-A second convert Gospel grace allures-
O, but this time he was not ours but yours;
It came to pass we know not when or how ;
-Well, are we quite as glad and thankful
now?

Or can we scarce the rising wish suppress, That we were honour'd with the whole success?

Conditions spurns, and triumphs in their fall. Wisdom mistrusts itself, and leans on heaven, Says God. It trusts and leans upon itself, The world replies. Wisdom retires, says God,

And counts it bravery to bear reproach, And shame, and lowly poverty, upright; And weeps with all who have just cause to weep.

Wisdom, replies the world, struts forth to gaze,

men,

With strict, impartial, analyzing ken:
Our motley creeds, our crude opinions, lie,
All, all unveil'd to that omniscient eye.
He sees the softest shades by error thrown;
Marks where His truth is left to shine alone;
Decides with most exact, unerring skill,
Wherein we differ from His word and will.
No specious names nor reas'nings, to His
view,

The false can varnish, or deform the true;
Nor vain excuses e'er avail to plead,

The right of theory for the wrong of deed. Before that unembarrass'd, just survey, What heaps of refuse must be swept away! How must its search from every creed remove,

All but the golden grains of truth and love: Yet, with compassion for our feeble powers, For oh! His thoughts and ways are not as

ours!

WORLDLY AND DIVINE WISDOM CONTRASTED.

POLLOK.

WISDOM is humble, says the voice of God. Tis proud, the world replies. Wisdom, says

God,

Forgives, forbears, and suffers, not for fear
Of man, but God. Wisdom revenges, says
The world, is quick and deadly of resentment,
Thrusts at the very shadow of affront,
And hastes, by death, to wipe its honour

clean.

Wisdom, says God, loves enemies, entreats, Solicits, begs for peace. Wisdom, replies The world, hates enemies, will not ask peace,