saith unto him, If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee? Follow thou me!"-John xxi. 21, 22.

29 καταβαῖνον ἀπὸ τοῦ Πατρὸς τῶν φώτων, παρ' ᾧ οὐκ ἔνι παραλλαγὴ ἢ трожîs añоσкíασμа-with whom is no variableness, neither is he changed into darkness. TYNDALE's and CRANMER'S Version of JAMES & 17.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

CHRONOLOGICALLY ARRANGED.

THE Editors have arranged the following Poems according to their dates, as far as they have been known; they are spread over a considerable space of time, and were written under very different circumstances. Some were composed by the Author when he was at school; some during his residence in Cambridge, and when spending his long vacations at the Lakes or in Wales; others have been written in after periods of his life. This will account to the reader for any variation of feeling or sentiment that they may be found to express.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

TO HIS MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY.

Он they were not in vain !-were not in vain!
Thy days of sorrow and thy hours of pain!
When, o'er the cradle of our tender years,
Rose the warm incense of a Mother's prayers.
Then it was sweet to mark the innocent smile
Play round the lip of infancy, the while
It viewed its parent's features,-to descry
The dawn of reason in its kindling eye,
And, o'er its little lips in rapture hung,

To catch the lispings of th' unfettered tongue.
These were thy pleasures then!-The infant breast
Soon the young flame of filial love confessed;

And, ere the mind that earliest flame approved,
Loved without knowing whom or what it loved.
Years have rolled on :-affection cannot tire;
Still glows her altar with the Vestal fire,
Shining more fixedly, more clearly bright,
While reason owns that nature taught aright.
Yes, dearest Mother! if thy tender eye
Gazed fondly o'er our helpless infancy,
And joyed in those imperfect signs to see
The first expressions of it's love to thee,
Wilt thou not now receive and now approve

The plainer tokens of more perfect love-
Love, which the world's best feelings far outvies,—
Binding in stronger, purer, happier ties,-

Reigning when other passions shall subside,-
Which time corrupts not, death cannot divide?
Thou hast, by mild instruction early given,
Bent our young footsteps on the road to heaven.
And now from realms of light beyond the grave,
Bursts the broad splendour o'er th' illumined wave ;