THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

FATHER of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great First Cause, least understood,

Who all my sense confined

Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge Thy foe.

If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart
To find that better way!

And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate.
Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to shun,

That, more than heaven pursue.

What blessings Thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;

Or impious discontent,

At aught Thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught Thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly so, Since quickened by Thy breath; Oh, lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or death!

This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun,

Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

And let Thy will be done.

To Thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all Being raise!
All Nature's incense rise!

THE OLD STORY.

By the pleasant paths we know
All familiar flowers would grow,

Though we two were gone;
Moon and stars would rise and set,
Dawn the laggard night forget,

And the world move on.

Spring would carol through the wood, Life be counted sweet and good, Winter storms would prove their While the seasons sped; [might, Winter frosts make bold to bite, Clouds lift overhead.

Still the sunset lights would glow,
Still the heaven-appointed bow
In its place be hung;

Not one flower the less would bloom,
Though we two had met our doom,
No song less be sung.

Other lovers through the dew
Would go, loitering, two and two,
When the day was done;
Lips would pass the kiss divine,
Hearts would beat like yours and
mine,

Hearts that beat as one.

NATURE'S LESSON.

PAIN is no longer pain when it is past; And what is all the mirth of yesterday,

More than the yester flush that paled away,

Leaving no trace across the landscape

cast

Whereby to prove its presence

there? The blast

its sway,

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Day-dreams that departed ere manhood's noon; [reft; Attachments by fate or falsehood

And my native land - whose magi

cal name

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Thrills to the heart like electric flame; The home of my childhood: the haunts of my prime: All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time

When the feelings were young, and the world was new, Like the fresh bowers of Eden unAh-all now forsaken folding to view; foregone!

forgotten

noneAnd I -a loné exile remembered of

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My high aims abandoned - my good

acts undone · Aweary of all that is under the sun,With that sadness of heart which no stranger may scan,

I fly to the desert afar from man.

left

my side,