I cannot live without thy light, O may thy love inspire my tongue! And all my powers shall join to bless LIGHT! Mrs. Sigourney. LIGHT for the dreary vales Of ice-bound Labrador! Where the frost-king breathes on the slippery sails, And the mariner wakes no more; Lift high the lamp that never fails To that dark and sterile shore. Light for the forest child! An outcast though he be From the haunts where the sun of his childhood smiled And the country of the free; Pour the hope of Heaven o'er his desert wild, For what hope on earth has he? Light for the hills of Grace! Light for that trampled clime, Where the rage of the spoiler refuse to cease Ere it wreck'd the boast of time; If the Moslem hath dealt the gift of peace, Can ye grudge your boon sublime? Light on the Hindoo shed! On the maddening idol train; And the dying moan on their cheerless bed, Light for the Persian sky! The Sophi's wisdom fades, And the pearls of Ormus are poor to buy Hark! hark!-'tis the Christian wanderer's sigh Light for the Burman vales ! For the islands of the sea! For the coast where the slave-ship fills its sails With sighs of agony, And her kidnapp'd babes the mother wails 'Neath the lone banana-tree! Light for the ancient race Exiled from Zion's rest! Homeless they roam from place to place They shudder at Sinai's fearful base— Light for the darken'd earth! Ye bless'd, its beams who shed, Shrink not till the day-spring hath its birth, Till wherever the footsteps of man doth tread, Salvation's banner, spread broadly forth, Shall gild the dream of the cradle-bed, And clear the tomb From its lingering gloom, For the aged to rest his weary head. "COME, YE DISCONSOLATE." COME, ye disconsolate! where'er you languish, Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, "MY JESUS, AS THOU WILT." Schmalk. My Jesus, as thou wilt! Oh! may thy will be mine! Into thy hand of love I would my all resign ; Through sorrow, or through joy, And help me still to say, My Jesus, as thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear; If I must weep with thee, My Jesus, as thou wilt! All shall be well for me; My Lord, thy will be done. DEAD, YET UNDIVIDED. Charles Smain. THEY are together still The parted yet are one! Although the loved be gone. Though one's in heaven, and one on earth, They are together still. For there's a feeling that unites The last sweet bloom that winter blights And thus affection lives beyond In quiet thought, in lonely prayer, It lends a glory to the air It blunts the barb of ill, THOU HAST BEEN MY REFUGE. Searle. OH, strange infirmity, to think Who has appeared in times of old, What sweeter pledge could God bestow |