A planet kindled by the sun
With living glow ;

Reflecting down its benison
On worlds below!

A planet in its heavenly way,
Like duty true;

Whilst living lustres round it play
To charm the view.

A planet! and a light sent forth
Its path to fill;

To beautify and bless the earth,
At God's own will!

Such have we seen, and such is man
When saving grace

With eyes enlightened, we may scan--
And learn to trace

The dealings of creation's Lord,
Whose sovereign might,

In the beginning spake the word—
"Let there be light!"

Illumined thus our eyes have seen

The human breast;

And saints within the church have been, Whose lives attest

That grace and glory from on high,
Have crowned their days;

Whilst tuned to heaven's blest harmony
They offered praise.

THE APOSTLE PAUL.

Hear now! a great Apostle speaks—
His word of power

Upon the awakened spirit breaks-
"Redeem the hour!"

This chief apostle speaks-" Behold
Redemption's Cross!"

Each earthly bliss of worth untold,
He counts as dross :

Faith in the Saviour's precious blood

His lips confess;

"Ye sinners! plunge beneath that flood
Whose wave can bless!"

From hearts attuned to praise and prayer,
Let tributes rise;

Like altar-breathing incense, there

They reach the skies.

Then may the Comforter descend,

And life impart ;

Whilst peace and love their unction lend

To crown the heart.

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"There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory."-1 Cor.

xv. 41.

L'ENVOIE.

A SONNET.

BELOVED shades farewell! your converse high,
Hath solaced many an hour for silence made ;-
Your forms methinks, in hues of light arrayed,
Have lent their wings to lift me to the sky:
I love to think that souls like yours, are nigh
When sleep steals o'er me in the evening shade,
And warblers all, are silent in the glade,-
Then silvery strains like yours, their charm supply.
And truths your spirits breathe-ye sacred dead!

Truth, that in memory's land, with fragrance dwells ;—

For ye can speak of Him, our glorious Head,

Whose whisper in the breast, its sweet tale tells :Then let us wake the music of His name,

Whilst ransomed saints in bliss His unbought love proclaim!

THE Author has now the pleasure of introducing to the reader her real friends; and if at any time he may deem that she has embellished the statue of Truth with draperies of her own imaginings, she would refer him to Lord Bacon as her apologist: she trusts, also, that the introduction of Sacred Scripture will not prove either irrelevant in purpose or irreverend in manner; but that, as the salt which seasoned the temple offerings, it may lend a hallowed virtue to the pages of this little volume.

Bishop Heber

*See page xv.

For the Christian portraiture of this author, see Memoirs of J. C.

Lavater, by P. J. Heisch, Esq.