Thou wast the branch on which, in weakness, Around thy glorious strength, in meekness, Brother! a tie, whose mighty power Death breaks not, sweetly held us threeNot that we each, in life's first hour, Drank at one breast, and clasped one knee : Stronger than this- the silken cord That linked our souls in gentle love, The tie that bound us to our Lord So firm below, fails not above. Brother! the palm at morning towers The bruised stem, the broken bough: - Prostrate in all thy beauty, thou! The Master's come! - Him Martha hastes to meet, And falls in tears of anguish at his feet. Why was her earnest, pious suit denied? "Hadst thou been here, my brother had not died; Yet even now, such is thy power with God, He can return, who hath death's valley trod He shall arise in Resurrection's day." "I am," saith Christ, "the Resurrection! yea, He that in me believeth, were he dead, Yet shall he live! Believest thou what I've said?" He stands beside the grave; He, the grave's King, Spoiler of hell, can spoil Death's lesser sting. Yet Jesus wept : what rich compassions flow From that deep fountain sorrow breaks up so!The stone removed-to Him, by whom is won Victory alone, in praises speaks the Son; That God, the Father, making known His power, Should raise Sin's numerous slain to life this hour: Then, in a voice at which Death, trembling, fled, "LAZARUS! COME FORTH!" he cries. He that was dead Came forth, in grave clothes clad, and, buoyant, trod The green earth-telling Christ is very God! THAT SAD SECOND CHILDHOOD. I have wished that sad, second childhood might have a mother still, to lay its head upon her lap. — Elia. CHILDHOOD, its little grief May, on its mother's breast, Lay it, and find relief, Where childish cares have rest. But what for Age remains ? Age, Where - with neglect and gloom,— may it hide its pains But in the friendly tomb? FELLOWSHIP. On Saturday, 30th July, I landed at Liverpool; on Sabbath attended service in Dr. Raffles' church; on Monday visited with him several of his members, and in the evening attended a concert of prayer, where, by invitation, I addressed the meeting. There was much feeling-many wept- and I saw, indeed, that the language of Canaan is every where the same. Notes of an American Traveller. IT IS THE SAME ! wherever men Heart leaps to kindred heart, and then Each holds with each communion high, The sacred kindlings run, And with imperishable tie, Their souls are knit in one. One language speak the saints below, How readily affections flow, When that which prompts is love! In our America 'tis known, And on the English shore. They speak this common language well, This fellowship has signs that tell What this alone doth teach; And he that's skilled in Canaan's tongue, Where'er his foot has trod, Has found with his, some accent strung In unison to God. The toiler in his city walls, In India's vales, where soft winds blow, The foreigner and he at home, And each one in the Son of God Where'er thou stray'st or tarryest, know! If cast with Him thy lot, Thou mayst not in life's passage go Where kindred mind is not; Where is not found some follower still, His witness in each clime Men keeping cov'nant, whom He will Keep when sealed up is time. THE SILENT STREET. IN Boston is a street, about a rod From her famed Common, by men seldom trod; To kill off time, or sport attractions there. And wears it too. His domicil, though fit For use, May years pass on! — - Here, where earth's kindred meet, And friends convene, how silent is the street! Each, in due time, takes lodgings, and the gate, *D-1 W-b-r. |