"Thou 32 dost unveil thy face;

The wild and lonely place

Breaks forth with joy, and strews thy path with roses :

Awaking at thy smile

From Ocean to the Nile,

Afric to Thee her buried stores uncloses.

"Gold, frankincense, and myrrh,

Such are thy gifts from her,

The token offerings of her willing capture:

Her myriad voices sweet

Earth's mighty choir complete,

The diapason of Creation's rapture!"

My strength is failing, Laura !—one by one,
Ebb the last sands of life :-my task is done;
And I have told thee all!-God gave me power
Surpassing Nature's at her parting hour.

Call them not idle dreams! on dying eyes

Oft dawns a glimpse of bright realities,

Not else revealed.-By God's unchanging word,—
The peace and strength its promises afford,—
"The sure and certain hope of life" that beams
Now in my spirit's depths,—they are not dreams!

I have not lived in vain! albeit the spot,
Where I have dwelt and laboured, know me not;
Though, far from the dear country of my birth,
I lay my mouldering dust in stranger earth;
Though not one heart save thine, my gentle wife,
Keep trace or record of my lowly life;

Yet God accepts my service;-at his call

In cheerful faith, I gave my little all.

He sent me hither; here I toiled to win
His word an entrance to this home of sin;
I toiled to teach this dull and drowsy air
The sabbath melodies of praise and prayer:
And if, in after years, the seed I cast

In some lone bosom wake to life at last;

If but one savage soul have caught from mine
The dormant principle of Life divine ;—

Oh, I should deem my labour cheaply spent!

Even in that hope I die I die content.

My own, to God I leave thee! trust him still!

He never failed thee-and he never will.

And part not hence! though, beckoning o'er the main,
Thy northern mountains woo their child again,
Where olden sympathies might haply wake,

And bid thee welcome for our fathers' sake,

Yet part not hence! a thousand memories dear,-
Thy husband's home-thy husband's grave is here :
Thou must fulfil his work: thy gentle rule
Must still keep order in his little school:
Still must thou toil, with patient zeal, to find
The buried treasures of the Negro's mind.

And that great God, who evermore doth seck
For mightiest task the lowly and the weak,
May crown thy hopes, accepting at thy hand
The first-ripe clusters of this barren land.

He may-but should thy day descend in gloom,
Should nought but Faith attend thee to the tomb,
Is it not scrolled upon the leaves of fate,
God's high decree-though mystery veils the date?
Yes! thou and I, 'mid Heaven's ambrosial bowers,
Her" thrones and principalities and powers,"
Shall see, from yonder empyrean height,

The march of sunshine o'er the realm of Night,
Shall hear that shout by millions pealed abroad,

"The Morian's land hath stretched her hands to God!"

NOTES.

1 Mountains in the vale of Kentmere.

2 Nanbell (Nant-bield) the mountain pass between Kentmere and Mardale.

3 The tribe of Caffres, whose territory is now divided from the Colony by the Keisi or Keiskamma, are in their own language designated the Amakosa, and their country Amakosina.

"The Caffre youth who stood beside this female, and who looked like her younger brother, was truly a model of juvenile beauty: his figure, which was almost entirely naked, displayed graceful ease and great symmetry of proportion: his high broad forehead and handsome nose and mouth approached the European standard; and the mild yet manly expression of his full black eyes and ingenuous open brow bespoke confidence and goodwill at first sight.”—Memoirs of Pringle.

I was much struck with the strong resemblance that a group of Caffres bear to the Greek and Etruscan antique remains; except that the savage drapery is more scanty, and falls in simpler folds.-Rose's "Four Years in Africa."

The Moravian settlement at Neuwied, and the Missionary College at Basle.