Happy when her welfare calls,
He who conquers, he who falls.
Deeper, deeper, let us toil

In the mines of knowledge: Nature's wealth and learning's spoil

Win from school and college;
Delve we there for richer gems
Than the stars of diadems.
Onward, onward may we press
Through the path of duty;
Virtue is true happiness,

Minds are of celestial birth;
Excellence, true beauty.
Make we then a heaven of earth.

Closer, closer let us knit

Hearts and hands together, Where our fireside comforts sit

In the wildest weather; Oh! they wander wide who roam, For the joys of life, from home.

FRIEND AFTER FRIEND DE-
PARTS.

FRIEND after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.

Beyond this flight of time

Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire, There is a world above

Where parting is unknown:
A long eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone:
And faith beholds the dying, here,
Translated to that glorious sphere!

Thus star by star declines,

Till all are past away,

As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heaven's own

light.

The sweetnesses of love are gone, And hearts, so lately mingled, seem

That smiling left the mountain's brow,

As though its waters ne'er could

sever,

Yet e'er it reached the plain below,

Breaks into floods that part forever.

O you, that have the charge of love, Keep him in rosy bondage bound! As in the fields of bliss above

He sits, with flowerets fettered round; Loose not a tie that round him clings, Nor ever let him use his wings For even an hour, a minute's flight Will rob the plumes of half their light.

Like that celestial bird,— whose nest

Is found beneath far eastern skies, Whose wings, though radiant when at rest,

Lose all their glory when he flies.

[From Lalla Rookh.] RECOGNITION OF A CONGENIAL SPIRIT.

OH! there are looks and tones that dart

Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows

bright

With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day!

I SAW FROM THE BEACH.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure,

Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,

"Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure."

morning was shining,

A bark o'er the waters move glori

ously on;

I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining,

The bark was still there, but the

waters were gone.

brings us,