At home within thy greenhouse, where thy pen The Task was thine, to trace the paths of men Drinking the dews of life that fall from Zion's hill. Friendship and love and truth, The transcripts of a mind Exalted and refined, Within thy archives dwell, our spirits to engage. With sunlight on the stream, In Cynthia's silver beam, In joy's transporting hour, Or veiled in sorrow's shower, Thy sympathies could melt-thy wit wreathe pastimes wild. Thy melting heart Could well impart The charities that flowed so softly there; Thy troubled breast Could sweetly rest On woman's words of truth-or rise on wings of prayer. In soft or sprightly mood- Thou hast a witchery still, To move us at thy will, To nerve each high resolve, or love's soft fires to warm. THE BOW IN THE CLOUD. Favourites of thought! the kitten in her play, Amid thy precincts gay, The goldfinch with his blithesome roundelay, 83 Whilst thou didst breathe delight with nature's tenants fair. Thy filial love could paint in matchless dyes, Which still survives to charm admiring eyes, In colours new ; Thine was a "parent passed into the skies, Thine eye was on the cross- To vanity and earth-born bliss allied, Thou didst esteem as dross ; Whilst Jesu's love Could well invite thy thoughts to sing of worlds above. Attuned to praise, Thy lips could raise Anthems that sounded forth Redemption's plan, And yield to fame One glorious name, With all the wondrous tale that speaks His work for man. And thou hast winged thy way To realms of day, Befitting thy sublimer destiny; Thy rest is in the skies, Thou bird of paradise! With thee for ever more, the Paraclete shall be. "For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven."-2 COR. v. 1, 2. APOLLOS. SERVANT approved of God! thy labour done, It seemed as if an angel's sainted wing APOLLOS. Who bade thy footsteps to the vineyard go? And now farewell! but still this breast retains All crowns then laid before Him, thou shalt well, The mystery of His great redemption, tell. 85 "Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old."-MATT. xiii. 52. THE SEVERED ROSEBUD. HIGH on a throne, with pomp arrayed, But faint and few the votes that made On, to a thorny couch of pain I saw that brow of princely mould, I saw thee in thy life's young hour, Obedience gained thee for her own,— A father's word, thy law; The steps that raised thee to a throne, Thy cherished years of ripening youth, Thy beauty shone, arrayed by truth, |