Bright then the crowns of kings shall be Nor may the pen of mortal paint In heaven above! "Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Blessed are they that put their trust in him."-PSALM ii. 10-12. THE SHEPHERD MINSTREL. WHERE gentle airs play pastime on the lea, Where the white flocks repose, from danger free, Where the gay denizens of vale and grove Where the mild turtle tells her tale of love, Where nature's wild flowers blossom and adorn Where the light ash out-tops the bushy thorn, Where the lone streamlet wanders-I behold With fostering care he tends his fleecy fold THE SHEPHERD MINSTREL. He roves the rocky mountain still and lone, And there he welcomes each accordant tone He hears the ocean murmur-and the roar Where surfy billows dancing on the shore, He eyes the sea-bird on her heaven-ward way Emblem of faith and love! she seeks the day, He tracks the mountain eagle! when on high And mounts and soars with regal majesty, And welcome to the poet's heart the glade, The nut-wood alley and the tranquil shade, In nature's coverts hid, his soul descries Of thought sublime the unveiled mysteries,— The ideal world he visits-where the mind Sees visions of delight—and unconfined, Drinks joys high fill. K 129 Pure are those regions where the unfettered sense Gives welcome to refined intelligence, Fair is that world of thought where poets dwell, Of melodies that rise and softly swell Bright is that world of thought,—but brighter far Illumined by the beams of Bethlehem's star- Blest are those realms and goodly the array Where basking in the flood of heaven's clear day, Rejoices in the vision to behold In pastures fair, Each sheep and lamb of the Redeemer's fold Thrice happy then the minstrel who shall sing In concert joined, the praises of our King, He is our soul's great Shepherd,—and his voice Calls us to make His fold of peace our choice, "There shall be one fold and one Shepherd."-JOHN x. 16. THE YOUNG PHILOSOPIIER. 131 THE YOUNG PHILOSOPHER. IN Alma Mater nurst, where honours spread "Twas thine to gather round thy youthful head, Wisdom and learning, truth and genius high, Thy glance surveyed this earth, and yon clear sky, And there at length, it rested;-for the star Led thee like eastern sages, from afar To her pure gem. Thy soul could then give worship—and bow down Whose tempered glory on thy spirit shone, He was thy crown, thy blessing, and the light He on thy pathway poured a radiance bright, "Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him."-MATT. ii. 1, 2. LA SPECTATRICE, How shall my pencil picture forth One whose superior mental power No child of vagrant thought was she, No nonchalante, nor devotee Of fashion's train; She poured no tribute at her shrine, Nor did she sweetest flowers entwine To deck her reign. Like minstrel at the close of day The charms that flutter and beguile, A winning moralist was she, Of wit and truth and repartee And lofty mould; And see! where finished by her hand, Her pictured tales engraven, stand |