Land where the light of Jehovah is shining: We leave thee lamenting, but not with repining.

Land of our Fathers! in grief we forsake thee: Land of our Friends! may Jehovah protect thee; Land of the Church! may the light shine around thee, [thee. Nor darkness, nor trouble, nor sorrow confound

God is thy God; thou shalt walk in His brightness! Gird thee with joy! let thy robes be of whiteness! God is thy God! let thy hills shout for gladness! But ah! we must leave thee-we leave thee in sadness.

Dark is our path o'er the dark rolling ocean;
Dark are our hearts; but the fire of devotion.
Kindles within ;—and a far distant nation
Shall learn from our lips the glad song of Salvation.

Hail to the land of our toils and our sorrows!
Land of our rest! when a few more to-morrows
Pass o'er our heads, we shall seek our cold pillows,
And rest in our graves, far away o'er the billows.

Jesus, we pray for thy Spirit to lead us,

Jesus, we pray for thy power to succeed us; Then when thy grace from our toils shall release us, Thy love in the mansions of glory shall bless us.

WHAT IS TIME.

Marsden.

I ASK'D an aged man, a man of cares,

Wrinkled, and curved, and white with hoary hairs;

"Time is the warp of life," he said,

O tell

The young, the fair, the gay, to weave it well!"

I ask'd the ancient, venerable dead,
Sages who wrote, and warriors who bled;
From the cold grave a hollow murmur flow'd,
Time sow'd the seeds we reap in this abode !"

I ask'd a dying sinner, ere the stroke

Of ruthless death life's "golden bowl had broke;" I ask'd him, What is time? "Time," he replied, "I've lost it, Ah, the treasure!" and he died!

I ask'd the golden sun and silver spheres, Those bright chronometers of days and years; They answer'd, "Time is but a meteor's glare," And bade me for Eternity prepare.

I ask'd the seasons, in their annual round
Which beautify, or desolate the ground:
And they replied (no oracle more wise,)
""Tis folly's blank, and wisdom's highest prize!"

I ask'd a spirit lost, but, O the shriek

That pierced my soul! I shudder while I speak! It cried, "A particle! a speck! a mite

Of endless years, duration infinite!"

Of things inanimate, my dial I
Consulted, and it made me this reply,
"Time is the season fair of living well,—
The path to Glory, or the path to Hell."

I ask'd my Bible, and methinks it said,
"Thine is the present hour, the past is fled;
Live! live to-day! to-morrow never yet,
On any human being rose or set!"

I ask'd old father Time himself at last;
But in a moment he flew swiftly past;
His chariot was a cloud, the viewless wind
His noiseless steeds, that left no trace behind.

I ask'd the mighty Angel, who shall stand
One foot on sea, and one on solid land;

"By heaven's great King, I swear the mystery's

o'er !

[more!"

Time was," he cried,-" but Time shall be no

THE EVENING STAR.

STAR of the evening! how I love to mark
Thy beam thus gleaming, tremulously bright,
Upon the ocean wave! How brightly dark

Shines thy lone ray, thou herald of the night.

Thou lovely star! I've sometimes gazed at thee Till I have almost wept, I knew not why;

Tell me, my heart, what can that feeling be Which makes thee at those moments throb so high?

It is a joy where sadness hath a part,

A melancholy, worth whole days of mirth; The eye in tears, indeed, but with a heart Which bounds as if 'twould break the bonds of

earth.

Thou lovely star! methinks thy herald ray
Speaketh of rest beyond our hour of time;
And seemeth to invite the soul away
To seek for refuge in a happier clime.

STANZAS.

Anonymous.

SUMMER may spread her choicest flowers,
And zephyrs waft their fragrance round,
And smiling skies and pleasant bowers
With the gay song of birds resound;
Yet will not these a charm impart,
If peace be banish'd from the heart.

Winter may bid his tempests rise,

And change the earth's fair robe of green ; And leafless bowers, and frowning skies Present a sad and dreary scene : Yet will the heart bright verdure wear If peace have fix'd its dwelling there.

But summer's glow, or winter's gloom,
Or the dark midnight of the tomb,