THE WANDERER.

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Thrice happy then the souls from bondage brought
On wings away,

Whilst in the school of Christ each lesson taught,
They greet the day.

Bright is the impress of a soul endued
With heavenly grace ;

Whilst love and zeal and holy fortitude
There find a place.

A blessing on thy spirit! sister, friend!
Transpired from earth;

Angelic bands thy upward course attend,
Thy heavenly birth.

Thus, in the Saviour's presence, thou with them
Shalt ever dwell;

And wear on high, that fadeless diadem

That crowns thee well!

"The children of Israel brought a willing offering unto the LORD, every man and woman, whose heart made them willing to bring for all manner of work, which the LORD had commanded to be made."-EXOD. xxxv. 29.

THE WANDERER.

O'ER the upland, waste and moor,
O'er the fell and fountain ;
On the lone and sea-beat shore,

On the pine-clad mountain :

By the soft and silvery lake,
In the sun-light sleeping ;-
By the dark and shadowy brake,
Earth's own silence keeping :-

In the rocky caverns rude,

In their black recesses;

In each garnished solitude,

Glad with Spring's caresses;

Through the woodland's wildering maze,

Scene of poet's leisure;
Through its green enamelled ways,

Rich in floral treasure.

O'er the glaciers deep and high,
O'er each torrent foaming;
Canopied by Heaven's blue sky,
Nature's child is roaming.

Musing there on mortal things,
Pluming thought's high pinion,
Oft he gains on eagle-wings,
Fancy's fair dominion.

'Neath the glowing summits there,
Landscapes broad are lying;
Visions warm, and soft and fair,
Bathed in hues undying.

'Tis a region all unknown,

Breathing Heaven's pure ether;

'Tis a bright ambrosial zone,

Clad in fairest weather.

"For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead."-Roм. i. 20.

"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known."-1 Cor. xiii. 12.

FRIENDSHIP. (A Monody.)

SACRED to Friendship and to memory dear,
A pile I raise;

And thus bedew with a devoted tear,
The muse's lays.

Oh! lost to sight in its meridian hour,
Thy cherished form

That cheered as with a bright and magic power,
Each bosom warm.

Youth and the infancy of being here
Ripened at noon;

And thou wast gathered from this changing sphere,
Alas! how soon !

That step is light no longer, and the bowers
Are silent now,

Where Nature with her many-coloured flowers,
Enwreathed thy brow.

Thy cunning hand that wove with practised art,
Each tissue fair,

No longer bears in earth's bright things its part,
Its busy care.

No more the mirthful music of that voice

Like bird of morn,

Bids us with thee, in sympathies rejoice
To pleasure born!

FRIENDSHIP.

Thought, busy thought lies silent, and the mind

That roamed at will

On fancy's pinion, gay and unconfined,
Is hushed and still.

That eye is closed in slumber, and its glance
No more descries

The fires of wit and bright intelligence
That kindling, rise.

Gone is that soul of light from earth away,
On wings unseen;

It habiteth no more that house of clay
Where it hath been.

Up and yet upward still, our sight we raise
To track thy flight,

Thy voice is tuning now the Saviour's praise,
Thine eye sees light!

Yes! light that circles round the eternal throne
Of heaven's great King;

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Where seraph bands his matchless worth make known On seraph wing.

Thy steps through Death's dark valley were sustained By sovereign grace;

Leaning on Jesus hath thy spirit gained

A loftier place.

Friend of our youth, farewell! that mind I ween,
Shall smile no more;

Closed is that wakeful ear that loved to glean

The heart's deep lore.

D