THE NIGHTINGALE OF THE CHURCH.

And whilst for thee there throbs one bosom warm,
Reason, religion, love, your vows confirm.
As in the water face to face replies,

So doth the heart of man by sympathies;
Thus in thy breast, responsive feeling shone,
And made each kindred claim at once thine own.
Where genius beamed with an unclouded ray,
'Twas but to mingle with the blaze of day,
Whilst piety did in thy dwelling move,

And make thy household law the law of love;
Her form the pillar of thy spirit's trust!
Thy soul superior to earth's sordid rust,
Learn'd at her voice thy liberal hand to spread,
And scatter blessings on the unsheltered head,
Whilst from thy table votive thanks ascend
*To Him thy God, thy Almoner, and Friend.

Peace was thy native element, the clime
Where thou didst dwell, above the clouds of time,-
Her palm-branch was thy signet, fresh and green,
Which in thy hand and on thy hearth was seen.

The classic stream refreshed thee-and with skill,
'Twas thine to wield the controversial quill;
Wit, learning, eloquence, combined to pour
Their treasured wealth to aid thy plenteous store;
Thy mind was richly furnished,-thought sublime
Flowed o'er thy soul from life's remotest time,-
As fertilizing streams, as radiance bright,
It cheered thy spirit and illumed thy sight.
Oh, what a world of beauty strikes our view
In wisdom's grand creation, ever new!
There does the quickened genius walk abroad,
And mark the perfect heritage of God;

*To Him thy God, thy Guardian, and thy Friend.

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There contemplation lingers-to survey
Each alley green, each fair attractive way,
Devotion there wins empire, and the sound
Of heavenly music fills the vaults around.

Friend of the heart, and brother of mankind!
Soft are the bonds which gentle natures bind ;
Soft are the bonds of brotherhood, where faith
Survives the dark and shadowy realm of death:
Thine was a bright intelligence! the ray

That made thee blest, yet gilds our lengthened day;
Thy day-star shone from heaven, whilst Jesu's love
Attuned thy lips on earth-and fills thy strains above!

"I will take the cup of salvation, and call upon the name of the LORD. I will pay my vows unto the LORD, now in the presence of all his people.”— PSALM CXVI. 13, 14.

THE BEACON-FIRE.

A SCHOLAR to the temple gone,
An honour to his kind;

On yonder high and mighty throne,
A potentate in mind.

Far through the universe of thought
His bright ideas glow;

That spirit-light methinks, was brought

To gild this world below.

A casuist of high degree,

A sophist of the schools;

A disputant where factions be,

A paradox