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" HE SHALL SIT AS A REFINER.”
Not with an evanescent glimpse alone,
As in that mirror the refiner's face ; But, stampt with heaven's broad signet, there be
shown Immanuel's features, full of truth and grace; And round that seal of love this motto be, “Not for a moment, but-Eternity!"
S ships becalmed at eve, that lay
With canvas drooping, side by side,
Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ;
When fell the night, up sprung the breeze,
And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the selfsame seas
By each was cleaving, side by side :
E'en so—but why the tale reveal
Of those whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel,
Astounded, soul from soul estranged.
QUA CURSUM VENTUS.
At dead of night their sails were filled,
And onward each rejoicing steeredAh, neither blame, for neither willed,
Or wist, what first with dawn appeared !
To veer, how vain! On, onward strain,
Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides,
To that, and your own selves, be true.
But O blithe breeze! and O great seas,
Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again,
Together lead them home at last.
One port, methought, alike they sought,
purpose hold where'er they fare,
At last, at last, unite them there !
A. H. CLOUGH. LLAH !” was all night long the cry of one
oppressed with care, Till softened was his heart, and sweet became his lips with prayer. Then near the subtle tempter stole, and spake :
“ Fond babbler, cease ! For not one . Here am I'has God e'er sent to give
thee peace." With sorrow sank the suppliant's soul, and all his
senses fled. But lo! at midnight, the good angel, Chirer, came,
and said : * What ails thee now, my child, and why art thou
afraid to pray ? And why thy former love dost thou repent ? declare
THE CONTENTS OF PIETY.
“ Ah!” cries he, “never once spake God to me
• Here am I, son.' Cast off, methinks I am, and warned far from His
gracious throne." To whom the angel answered: “Hear the word
from God I bear. * Go, tell,' He said, 'yon mourner, sunk in sorrow
and despair, Each · Lord appear' thy lips pronounce, contains my
· Here am I;' A special messenger I send beneath thine every
sigh; Thy love is but a girdle of the love I bear to thee, And sleeping in thy Come, O Lord !' there lies
• Here, Son!' from Me."
ALGER'S “ POETRY OF THE EAST."