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 LIFE ECHOES 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL ; 
 
 WITH A FEW SELECTED PIECES BY 
 
 WILLIAM HENRY HAVERGAL, M.A. 
 
 A glimpse and an ec/w are given to-day 
 Of glory a?id music not far away. ' 
 
 £Httfj Cfodbc Illustrations og 
 
 THE BARONESS 11ELGA VON CRAMM. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 JAMES NISBET & CO., 21 BERNERS STREET. 
 
 1883. 
 
MORRISON AND GrBB, EDINBURGH, 
 POINTERS TO HER MAJESTY'S STATIONERY OFFICE. 
 
** PREFACE. 
 
 / rpiIE echoes from some Alpine horn floating far 
 J- upward on mountain heights can never be for- 
 gotten by the passing traveller ; and all who will may pause 
 on their journey, and be refreshed by the melody. 
 
 And thus also echoes from the pen of F. R. H. reach us 
 still, — some from the glimmering distance of childhood, some 
 from the far-away youthful mists of the valley, and some 
 from the nearer 'pastures,' leading upwards to the golden 
 heights. 
 
 All the known dates of the poems in this volume are 
 given, as it may interest some readers to contrast the verses 
 of her childhood with such lines as ' The Thoughts of God,' 
 which 'rise even to Miltonic grandeur.' 
 
 The early dates of all her songs and secular poems 
 conclusively show that she turned away from the opening 
 path of earthly fame, and hereafter consecrated her talents 
 wholly to Him who gave them. Truly did she look up to 
 her King for every word she wrote, and literally were they 
 messages from Him. 
 
 Many of her tiny but melodious echoes on Birthdays, 
 
 Christmas, New Year, and other seasons, were originally 
 
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 Preface. 
 
 written for, and published by, Messrs. Caswell and Marcus 
 Ward, with floral entwinings, or Alpine illustrations by the 
 Baroness von Cramm, and some of the mottoes on Scripture 
 will be found in 'Red Letter Days' (M. Ward & Co.). As 
 the floral cards are evanescent, they are now by permission 
 collectively given. 
 
 For the illustrations in this volume of Life Echoes, the 
 pencil of F. R. H.'s friend has traced scenes from nature, 
 where my dear sister's footstep often lightly trod. New 
 decorative designs have also been prepared for this, the 
 concluding volume of F. E. H.'s poems. 
 
 It will be observed that a few of the poems are by 
 F. Pt. H.'s father, the Rev. W. H. Havergal. His lines will 
 always be distinguished by his- initials, W. H. H. 
 
 This is only carrying out F. Pi. H.'s own happy thought, 
 expressed in the preface to ' Pied Letter Days : ' — ' It is a 
 pleasure to offer my readers the more valuable addition of 
 verses by my sainted father.' And thus the echoes of their 
 lives and sonsrs are blended still below, while — 
 
 1 From the great anthems of the crystal sea, 
 Through the far vistas of eternity, 
 Grand echoes of the word peal on for thee, 
 
 Sweetest and fullest, 
 
 Most blessed for ever.' — F. E. H. 
 
 September, 18S3. 
 
 MAEIA V. G. HAVERGAL. 
 
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CONTENTS. 
 
 BIRTHDAY ECHOES. 
 
 y • PAGE 
 
 t/l/'v, Thoughts awakened by Astley Bells, 3 
 
 \^ ^/^/^ 5 Birthday Mottoes 6 
 
 * ^j[.Y ToJI.V.G.H., 12 
 
 t^wC On my Father's Birthday, 13 
 
 S2?fc3T SCRIPTURE ECHOES. 
 
 l/g [X\^ Verses on Texts, .......... 17 
 
 ''^• | ; Man of Rest, 28 
 
 _ A Covenant, 28 
 
 l^C^GentleDew, 29 
 
 \ Rhymed Mottoes for the Members of the Open Air Mission, 30 
 
 VVi ^SK^ Advent Thoughts, 
 
 \fffi%P* CHRISTMAS ECHOES. 
 
 ^0 Christmas Cards, 35 
 
 I «? ' •> Christmas Mottoes, ......•• 13 
 
 [/ Wonderful, 17 
 
 Counsellor, ......•••• » 
 
 TfSt* The Everlasting Father, 49 
 
 A^A- The Mighty God, ... 19 
 
 r 7V" V The Prince of Peace, 50 
 
 .yA 1 Carol, 51 
 
 °- r \ Xtt^> The Bethlehem Shepherd-Buy's Tale, 52 
 
 ( /-^-v^X Christmas Carols, 55 
 
 ty* Carol, 56 
 
 The "Worcestershire Christmas Carol, 57 
 
 The First Anniversary of Christmas, 59 
 
 NEW YEAR ECHOES. 
 
 A Happy New Year, 03 
 
 New Year Mottoes, ........ 64 
 
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V111 
 
 Contents. 
 
 Ui Y ^ Easier Hymn. 
 \ )/£. Easter Echoes. 
 Only for Jesus 
 
 MASTER ECHOES. 
 
 PAOK 
 11 
 
 78 
 80 
 
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 BRIDAL ECHOES. 
 
 A New National Bridal Hymn, 
 
 Nuptial Grace, 
 
 A Bridegroom's Song. 
 
 One for the Other, 
 
 My "Welcome, 
 
 Only for One, 
 
 Thinking together, or Gravifeatioo, 
 
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 CHILDREN'S ECHOES. 
 
 Welcome to Winterdyne, 05 
 
 To Jericho and Back, 96 
 
 Ethelbert's ' Coming Home in the Dark," 102 
 
 My Nest, 106 
 
 F. R. H.'s Thanks for a Pencil-case from her Bible-class, . 107 
 F. R. H.'s Thanks, with a Copy of ' Songs of Grace and Glory," 
 
 to Clara O.' for Thirty Bunches of Astley Violets, . . 108 
 
 Inscription on a Copy of ' Life's Morning,' .... 108 
 
 May Day, 1851, 169 
 
 To Miss M. Vernon, 110 
 
 Thoughts, . . . . . - Ill 
 
 Prayer before Church. . . 112 
 
 A Prayer, 112 
 
 Good Night, 113 
 
 Good Morning 113 
 
 Grace before and after Meat 114 
 
 Grace before Meat, . . . . . .115 
 
 Grace after Meat, ......... 115 
 
 To Ellen, 116 
 
 The Red-streaked Apple 117 
 
 For Evelyn, Constance, ami John Crane, 118 
 
 SONGS. 
 
 Severn Song, 123 
 
 For Charity, 125 
 
 The Devonshire Yeoman's Home, 126 
 
Contents. 
 
 IX 
 
 The Dawn of .May. . 
 
 Morning, .... 
 
 The Spirit's Longings. 
 
 Summer-tide, 
 
 The Lorely, 
 
 The Tyrolese Spring Song, . 
 
 .My Messengers, . 
 
 ( tod Keep Thee, 
 
 Rose of Roses, 
 
 Thoughts in Song. 
 
 The Disappointed Carol Singers, 
 
 For Denmark, ho ! 
 
 The National Anthem, 
 
 MISCELLAXEOU S. 
 
 Fragments, . 
 
 The Poet's Zenith, 
 
 Poland, 
 
 Pen-y-Bryn, 
 
 * Thank God,' . 
 
 A Sonnet, . 
 
 The "Wandering Sunbeam, 
 
 My Singing Lesson, 
 
 ' No, not a Star,' 
 
 The Old and the New Earth 
 
 Ode, .... 
 
 The Newfoundlander's Petition, 
 
 Acrostics- 
 
 Cecilia Havergal, . 
 
 Edith Havergal, . 
 
 ForE. P. S., 
 
 For Miss Sarah Stenning, 
 
 To John Hall Shaw, . 
 
 To Miss Caroline Kinsrscote, 
 
 ENIGMAS AND CHARADES. 
 
 Enigma,— The Birtli and Adventures of a Traveller, . . 17 ( J 
 
 Enigma No. 1 182 
 
 Enigma No. 2 183 
 
 Enigma No. 3, 184 
 
 Enigma No. 4 185 
 
 Enigma No. 5 180 
 
Contents. 
 
 Enigma No. 6, 
 Enigma No. 7, 
 
 Enigma No. 8, 
 Enigma No. 9, 
 Enigma No. 10, 
 Enigma No. 11, 
 Enigma No. 12, 
 Enigma No. 13, 
 Enigma No. 14, 
 Enigma No. 15, 
 Enigma No. 16, 
 Enigma No. 17, 
 Enigma No. 18, 
 Enigma No. 19, 
 Enigma No. 20, 
 Enigma No. 21, 
 Enigma No. 22, 
 Enigma No. 23, 
 Enigma No. 24, 
 Enigma No. 25, 
 Enigma No. 20, 
 Enigma No. 27, 
 Charade No. 1, 
 Charade No. 2, 
 Charade No. 3, 
 Charade No. 4, 
 Charade No. 5, 
 Charade No. 6, 
 Charade No. 7, 
 Charade No. 8, 
 Charade No. 9, 
 Charade No. 10, 
 Charade No. 11, 
 Charade No. 12, 
 Charade No. 13, 
 Charade No. 14, 
 Charade No. 15, 
 
 H Y M N 
 
 Revelation xxi. , . 
 
 When thou Passest, . 
 
 Praise, ..... 
 
 For the Shareshill Almanac, 1S70, 
 
 Invocation, 
 
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Contents, 
 
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 Hymn 1 247 
 
 Hymn II 248 
 
 1 Is Anything too Hard for Him ? ' ...... 249 
 
 Bethel, 250 
 
 Hymn for Good Friday. ........ 252 
 
 Missionary Hymn, l':>:; 
 
 Redemption 254 
 
 IN MEMORIAL. 
 
 My Mother's Request, 239 
 
 May Dirge, 262 
 
 Starlight through the Shadows, 265 
 
 To F. M. G. on her Brother's Death, 20s 
 
 To a Mother 271 
 
 On hearing of the Death of Mrs. Gross of Ayr, 1SC1, . .271 
 
 -f ' <£> "Written on hearing of the Happy Departure of Mrs. Cull of 
 
 jJJr Bengeworth, July 1830, 272 
 
 ,~ : ' : ■ -J :'' - ( )n the Rev. S. Trist of Veryan 273 
 
 W*? Sunset * m 
 
 hh% £ Inscriptions on Tombstone, Astley 276 
 
 -»^r/f-| Harvest Hymn (omitted), 277 
 
 jESSr c) t i Index of First Lines. . . .... 27i> 
 

 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 TO FACE PAGE 
 
 I. A.STLEY CHURCH AND RECTORY, . . . FrOfUtSpieCt 
 
 II. WINTER IN THE BAVARIAN TYROL, ... 35 
 
 III. PASSIFLORA, 7 7 
 
 IV. IX THE WINTERDYNE WALKS, .... 95 
 V. THE SEVERN FROM THE FORT AT WINTERDYNE, . 123 
 
 VI. FOR CHARITY — GIRL AT MENTONE 125 
 
 VII. ACHENSE, IN THE BAVARIAN TYROL, . . . 133 
 
 VIII. THE MERRY LYN 147 
 
 IX. FLOWERS 179 
 
 x. the Mumbles lighthouse, 231 
 
 XI. JANE HAVERGAL, F. R. H.'.S MOTHER, . . 259 
 
 XII. IX MEMORIAM, 270 
 
&{jougf)ts afaaftenrt iro Sfetlcu Bells. 
 
 AVEET Astley bells ! your distant chime, 
 So tuneful, yet so sad, 
 Recalls my childhood's earliest time : 
 I sigh, and yet am glad. 
 
 My thoughts return, on swift unsteady wings, 
 
 Along the trodden path whose misty light 
 Revealed dim visions of unspoken things, 
 
 Passing, yet bright. 
 Oh, years have glided by so fast, 
 That twenty-one have almost past. 
 And now those softened bells, 
 With wondrous spells, 
 Have called the solemn train of bygone times 
 Back from Eternity's mysterious chimes. 
 They come, a fearful crowd, 
 
 And gaze with spectral eyes, 
 Before this witness cloud 
 My spirit silent lies ; 
 No sound is there, yet strange wild echoes thrill 
 The inmost caverns of my soul, where all seemed ^ 
 waste and still. 
 
Birthday Echoes. 
 
 Scenes arise before me 
 
 Fairer than the light, 
 Visions hover o'er me 
 
 J barker than the night j 
 While my spirit haileth 
 
 Those with fond delight, 
 Yet at these it quaileth, 
 Shrouded in affright. 
 For the past years press me closer round, 
 
 And I cannot bear their gaze ; 
 With a brazen fetter I am bound, 
 While their deep reproachful voices sound 
 
 And their piercing eyebeams blaze. 
 They speak of thoughtless words and wasted hours, 
 
 Of hopes forgotten, resolutions broken ; 
 Their breath recalls once bright, now faded flowers, 
 Their tones bring back the words which sainted lips 
 have sj)oken. 
 Again is heard that spirit-wakening bell ; 
 
 Each stroke is branding deej) my heavy heart, 
 Like some inevitable knell, 
 
 Saying, 'Thou too must soon depart.' 
 And 'tis a knell ! My youth is past, 
 That very chime hath told me so ! 
 This year hath been the last, the last ; 
 I know ! 
 
 My spring is gone, 
 
 The sound hath melted o'er the hill, 
 And all is still ! 
 Again the peal is ringing, 
 Like angel voices singing, 
 ' May there not be 
 A summer yet for thee ? 
 Without the chilling frosts of spring 
 Without the piercing wind, 
 
 
Birthday Echoes. 
 
 Without the yet unclothed spray, 
 
 These thou hast left behind ! 
 What though the rainbow fade away % 
 
 The light which gave it birth 
 Ts still the same ; and e'en the cloud 
 
 May bless the thirsty earth. 
 What though the blossom fall and die % 
 
 The flower is not the root ; 
 A summer's sun may ripen yet 
 
 The Master's pleasant fruit. 
 What though by many a sinful fall 
 
 Thy garments be defiled ? 
 A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all ; 
 
 Fear not, thou art His child ! 
 Arise ! to follow in His track, 
 
 His lowly ones to cheer, 
 And on an upward path look back 
 
 With every brightening year. 
 Arise ! and on thy future way 
 
 His blessing with thee be, 
 His presence be thy staff and stay 
 
 Till thou His glory see. 
 What though thy heart distrust thy strength 
 
 The way may not be long ; 
 And He will bring thee home at length 
 
 To learn His own new song.' 
 
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 Sweet Astley bells ! your distant chime, 
 
 So tuneful, though so sad, 
 Speaks of a holier, happier time : 
 
 I sigh, and yet am glad. 
 
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Birthday Echoes. 
 
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 May the tale the years are telling, 
 
 Always be 
 Like an angel-anthem swelling 
 Through thy spirit's quiet dwelling, 
 Till the glory all-excelling 
 
 Dawn for thee. 
 
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 Many a happy year be thine, 
 
 If our Father will ! 
 He has traced the fair design, 
 He will fill it, line by line, 
 Working patiently, until 
 Thy completed life shall shine, 
 Glorious in the life divine. 
 
 MANY and happy thy birthdays be ! 
 
 In the light of heaven arrayed ; 
 With the rainbow arching every cloud 
 
 When the pathway lies in shade ; 
 And full and far may the blessing flow. 
 
 That thy future life is made. 
 
Birtfutay lichens. 
 
 THE Love of God the Fatlu p, 
 The Grace of God the Sod, 
 The Joy of God the Holy Ghost — 
 A blessing three in one, #? 
 
 rvi Be yours aboundingly, I pray, 
 every coming 
 
 
 
 3 , loving, 
 
 Leaning, resting, trusting 
 
 Enter thy new year ! 
 For the Lord who lives to love thee 
 
 Shall be ever near ! 
 
 From this day will I bless you.'— Hag. ii. 19. 
 
 ' From this day ' 
 He shall bless thee ; 
 What shall then distress thee 1 
 
 'From this day' 
 He will never leave thee. 
 "What shall grieve thee ? 
 Christ, thy mighty friend, 
 Loveth to the end, 
 
 1 From this day.' 
 
Birthday Echoes. 
 
 
 I will sing of mercy and judgment.'— i 
 
 One year less 
 Of wisely-ordered loss, 
 Of sorrow and of weariness, 
 Conflict and cross. 
 
 
 One year more 
 Of mercies ever new, 
 
 Of love in never-failing store 
 
 Faithful and true. 
 
 ' He it is that doth go before thee, He 
 will be with thee : He will not fail 
 thee.'— Deut. xxxi. 6. 
 
 The Lord thy God ! 
 He it is that goes before thee, 
 His the banner waving o'er thee, 
 
 Bright and broad ! 
 When the fiercest foes assail thee, 
 He it is that will not fail thee, 
 
 The Lord thy God ! 
 
Birttiday Echoes* 
 
 Love would strew upon thy way 
 
 Fairest, freshest flowers to-day ; 
 Love would daily, hourly shed 
 
 Brightest sunbeams ou thy head. 
 So she prays : that heavenly grace 
 
 Be thy Mower-awakening dew, 
 And the brightness of His face 
 
 Gild thy life with sunshine true. 
 
 ' Wherefore we pray always for you, that our God 
 would count you worthy of this calling, and 
 fulfil all the good pleasure of His goodness, and 
 the work of faith with power.' — 2 Thess. i. 11. 
 
 Each Amen becomes an Anthem, 
 
 For we know He will fulfil 
 All the purpose of His goodness, 
 
 All the splendour of His will. 
 Only trust the living Saviour, 
 
 Only trust Him all the way, 
 And your spring-tide path shall br 
 
 To the perfect summer day. 
 
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 Birthday Echoes. 
 
 1 Upward, still upward ' thy pathway be, 
 Into the sunshine grand and free ; 
 Leaving the mists and clouds below, 
 Graining the pure and stainless snow. 
 Upward, still upward! Thy faithful Guide 
 Always close at His pilgrim's side, 
 Leading thee on from height to height, 
 Nearer and nearer the stars of lierht. 
 
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 IRTHDAY blessings, fullest, sweetest, 
 
 Fall on thee to-day ! 
 Earthly pleasure, fairest, fleetest, 
 
 Will not, cannot stay. 
 But the true and heavenly treasure 
 
 Cannot pass away : 
 May its richest, grandest measure 
 
 Gild thy natal day. 
 
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Birthday lichees. 
 
 Be who hath led, will lead ; 
 
 He who hath blessed, will bless ; 
 He who hath fed, will feed • 
 
 Can He do less % 
 He fainteth not, He faileth never, 
 So rest on Him, to-day, for ever ! 
 
 JPTL 
 
 HAVE no birthday gifts to bring, 
 But I will crave a Royal dower, 
 The sevenfold largesse of the King. 
 
 His Peace be thine, His Love unknown ; 
 
 His own deep Joy, His Strength and power, 
 His Grace abounding be thine own ! 
 
 His Rest be thine, sweet rest to-day, 
 Rest while the swift years pass away, 
 And then His Glory thine for aye ! 
 
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 Birthday Echoes. 
 
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 ON HER BIRTHDAY. 
 
 HE blessing of the trustin 
 
 one, 
 
 Who knows her faithful Friend 
 The blessing of the waiting one, 
 Who trusts Him to the end ; 
 
 of the watching one, 
 
 Whose eyes are on the Lord ; 
 The blessing of the chastened one, 
 
 That marvellous reward ! 
 These sweetest birthday blessings be 
 
 Abundantly bestowed on thee ! 
 
 Blessing and blest 
 
 May thy New Year be, 
 
 Brightest and best, 
 Of the years to thee, 
 
 Awaiting the rest 
 Of eternity ! 
 
Birthday Echoes, 
 
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 Ou mu JFatljrr's 13trt!jtrau. 
 
 'TlS fully known to One, by us yet dimly seen, 
 
 The blessing thou hast been; 
 Yet speaks the silent love of many a mourning heart 
 
 The blessing that thou art; 
 While traced on coming years, in faith and hope we see, 
 
 A blessing thou shalt be ; 
 Then here in holy labour, there in holier rest, 
 
 Blessing, thou shalt be blessed. 
 
 January IS, 18J9. 
 
 3LTHERTO the Lord hath helped us, 
 
 Guiding all the way ; 
 Henceforth let us trust him fully, 
 
 Trust Him all the day. 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath loved us, 
 
 Caring for his own ; 
 Henceforth let us love Him better, 
 
 Live for him alone. 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath blessed us, 
 
 Crowning all our days ; 
 Henceforth let us live to bless Him, 
 
 Live to show His praise. 
 
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 Birthday Echoes. 
 
 Now Thy loving Spirit 
 
 On our lives outpour; 
 Make us know Thee better, 
 
 Make us love Thee more. 
 Take us now, we pray Thee, 
 
 Make us all Thine own ; 
 Keep us Thine for ever, 
 
 Keep us Thine alone ! 
 
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 'All my springs are in Thee.'— Ps. lxxxvii. 7. 
 
 Springs of life in desert places 
 
 Shall thy God unseal for thee, 
 Quickening and reviving graces, 
 Dew-like, healing, sweet, and free; 
 /Springs of comfort, strangely springing 
 (^ Tlirough the bitter wells of woe ; 
 Founts of hidden gladness, bringing 
 Joy that earth can ne'er bestow. 
 
' Be quiet ; tear not.' — Isa. vii. 4. 
 
 Thou layest Thy hand on the fluttering heart, 
 
 And sayest, ' Be still ! ' 
 The silence and shadow are only a part 
 
 Of Thy sweet will. 
 Thy Presence is with me, and where Thou art 
 
 I fear no ill. 
 
 ' The Lord shall open unto thee His good treasure, the heaven to 
 give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the 
 work of thine hand.'— Deut. xxviii. 12. 
 
 His love is the key and His glory the measure 
 Of grace all-abounding and knowledge and light 
 
 To thee shall be opened this infinite treasure, 
 To thee, the unsearchable riches of Christ. 
 
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Scripture Echoes. 
 
 * With him is an arm of flesh ; but with OS is the L<>in> OUT ('« '1 
 
 to help us, and to light our battles. And the people rested 
 themselves upon the words of Hezekish king of Jndah.' 
 —2 Cukon. xxxii. 8. 
 
 Upon Thy word I rest, 
 
 So strong, so sure ; 
 
 So full of comfort blest, 
 
 So sweet, so pure. 
 
 The word that changeth not, that faileth never ! 
 
 My King ! I rest upon Thy word for ever. 
 
 'Rest in the Lord ('Be silent to the Lord," margin), and wait 
 patiently for Him.'— Ps. xxxvii. 7. 
 
 Rest, and be silent ! For, faithfully listening, 
 Patiently waiting, thine eyes shall behold 
 
 Pearls in the waters of quietness glistening, 
 Treasures of promise that He shall unfold. 
 
 Rest, and be silent ! for Jesus is here, 
 
 Calming and stilling each ripple of fear. 
 
 • Write ye also for the Jews, as it liketh you, in the king's name, 
 and seal it with the king's ring ; for the writing which is 
 written in the king's name, and sealed with the king's ring, 
 may no man reverse.'— Esther viii. 8. 
 
 For He hath given us a changeless writing, 
 Royal decrees that light and gladness bring ; 
 
 Signed with His name in glorious inditing, 
 
 Sealed on our hearts with His own signet rinsr. 
 
Scripture Echoes. 
 
 1 Casting down Imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth 
 Itself againsl the knowledge of God, and bringing Into cap- 
 tivity every thought to the obedience <>f thrift.' 2 < Ion, x. 5, 
 
 Let every thought 
 
 Be captive brought, 
 Lord Jesus Christ, to Thine own sweet obedience ! 
 
 That I may know, 
 
 In ebbless flow, 
 'J lie perfect peace of full and pure allegiance. 
 
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 Even so, Father : for so it seemed good in Thy sight.'— Matt. xi. 20. 
 
 And if it seemeth good to Thee, my Father, 
 Shall it seem aught but good to me 1 
 
 Thy will be done ! Thou knowest I would rather 
 Leave all with Thee. 
 
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 'Moreover also I gave them my sabbaths, to be a sign between 
 me and them, that they might know that I am the Lord 
 that sanctify them.'— Ezek. xx. 12. 
 
 The token of His truth and care, the gift that He hath blessed, 
 The pledge of our inheritance, the earnest of His rest ; 
 The diamond hours of holy light, the God-entrusted leisure : 
 O for a heart to prize aright this rich and heavenly treasure ! 
 
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 Scripture Echoes. 
 
 ' 1 know their sorrows.' — Ex. iii. 7. 
 
 He knows ! 
 
 Yes, Jesus knows just what you cannot tell, 
 
 He understands so well ! 
 The silence of the heart is heard, 
 He does not need a single word, 
 
 He thinks of you, 
 
 He watcheth and He careth too : 
 He pitieth, He loveth ! All this flows 
 
 In one sweet word : ' He knows ! ' 
 
 ; The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, 
 that we are the children of God ; and if chil- 
 dren, then heirs ; heirs of God, and joint-heirs 
 with Christ.'— Rom. viii. 16, 17. 
 
 Heir thou art by His good pleasure, 
 
 All thy title Spirit-sealed ! 
 View thy grand and royal treasure, 
 Every gift in Love's full measure, 
 Eiches of His grace, so great, 
 Glory's far exceeding weight ; 
 All in Christ for ever thine, 
 Light and Life and Love divine ! 
 
Scripture Echoes. 
 
 O send out Thj light and Thy truth : let them lead me; let them 
 
 hfing mfl unto Thy holy hill, and to Thy tabeTOM 
 
 Pa xliii. J. 
 
 Thy light and truth forth-sending 
 From Thy own radiant side, 
 Be Thou our Guard and Guide ! 
 
 ( )n Thee alone depending, 
 
 No darkness can affright ; 
 
 Thy shield of Truth and Light, 
 
 Clear-flashing through the night, 
 Is all-defending. 
 
 The Lord taketh pleasure in them that .fear Him, in those that hope 
 in His mercy.'— Ps. cxlvii. 11. 
 
 mystery of grace, 
 ^; That chooseth us to stand before Thy face, 
 
 To be Thy ' special treasure,' 
 Thy portion, Thy delight, Thine own ; 
 
 That taketh pleasure 
 In them that fear Thy Name, that hope alone 
 
 In Thy sweet mercy's boundless measure ! 
 
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Scripture Echoes. 
 
 • And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless 
 thee, and make thy name great ; and thou shalt be i 
 blessing.'— Gen. xii. -. 
 
 Thy Spirit's fulness on him rest, 
 
 Thy love his sunshine be, 
 And may he still, while doubly blest, 
 
 A blessing be from Thee. 
 Be his the everlasting name 
 
 Inscribed by Thy own hand, 
 That he the promised home may claim 
 
 In Thine own Holy land. 
 
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 1 Enoch walked with God ; and he was not 
 for God took him '—Gen. v. 82. 
 
 ,0 may'st thou walk ! from hour to hour 
 Of every passing year, 
 Keeping so very near 
 j/ To Him whose power is love, whose love is power. 
 n So may'st thou walk ! in His clear light, 
 Leaning on Him alone, 
 Thy life His very own, 
 Until He takes thee up to walk with Him 
 white. 
 
Scripture Echoes. 
 
 Therefore, <> thou sun «.i man, speak onto the house of Israel ; 
 Thus ye speak, saying, [four transgressions and our sins i"- 
 
 upon us, and we pine away in them, li<»w should we then 
 live V Ezi k. xxxiii. 10. 
 All we like sheep have gone astray ; we have turned every "in- 
 to his own way ; ami the Lord hath laid on llim tin- Iniquit) 
 of us all.' 1-a. liii. (> 
 
 On Thee the Lord 
 
 My mighty sins hath laid ; 
 And against Thee Jehovah's sword 
 
 Flashed forth its fiery blade. 
 The stroke of justice fell on Thee, 
 That it might never fall on me. 
 
 And thine age shall he clearer than the noonday ; thou shalt 
 shine forth, thou shalt he as the morning.'— Job xi. 17. 
 
 Fear not the westering shadows, 
 
 children of the day ! 
 For brighter still and brighter 
 
 Shall be your homeward way. 
 Resplendent as the morning, 
 
 With fuller glow and power, 
 And clearer than the noonday, 
 
 Shall be your sunset hour. 
 
Scripture Echoes. 
 
 • I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as 
 a cloud, thy sins : return unto me ; for I have redeemed 
 thee 
 
 ' Sing. O ye heavens ; for the Lord hath done it, shout, ye lower 
 parts of the earth : break forth into singing, ye mountains, 
 O forest, and every tree therein : for the Lord bath redeemed 
 Jacob, and glorified Himself in Israel.' — Lsa. xliv. 22. 28. 
 
 mountain heights, break forth and sing 
 
 In colour-music fair and sweet ! 
 forest depths, awake and bring 
 Your delicate odours to His feet. 
 Sing, for the Lord hath done it ! 
 Proclaim Redemption, for He won it ! 
 Let Easter hallelujahs rise from every living thin: 
 
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 Look Thou upon me, and be merciful unto me, as Thou usest to 
 do unto those that love Thy Name.'— Ps. cxix. 132. 
 
 And the Lord looked upon him, and said, Go in this thy might.' 
 — Judg. vi. 14. 
 
 1 should not love Thee now wert Thou not near, 
 Looking on me in love. Look on me still, 
 Lord Jesus Christ, and let Thy look give strength 
 To work for Thee with single heart and eye. 
 
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 'The desire of our sou] is t<> Thy Num.'.' Iba. xxvi. s. 
 
 ■ Let them also that love Thy Name be Joyful In Thee.' — Ps. v. n. 
 
 Now I know Thy Name, 
 Its mighty music is the only key 
 To which my soul vibrates in full accord ; 
 Blending with other notes but as they blend 
 With this. 
 
 'Thou shalt be called, Sought out.'— Isa. lxii. 12. 
 ' Now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made 
 nigh by the blood of Christ.'— Eph. ii. 13. 
 
 Father, we bless Thee with heart and voice 
 For the wondrous grace of Thy sovereign choice, 
 That patiently, gently, sought us out 
 In the far-off land of death and doubt ; 
 That drew us to Christ by the Spirit's might ; 
 That opened our eyes to see the light 
 ^ That arose in strange reality 
 
 From the darkness that fell on Calvary 
 
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 • o the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of 
 God! how unsearchable are His judgment*, and His ways 
 past finding out! '—Rom. xi. S3. 
 
 The very faith that brings us near, 
 Reveals new distances, new depths of light 
 Unfathomed, — seas of suns that never eye 
 ( 'rented hath beheld or can behold. 
 
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 Lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called. 
 1 Tim. vi. 12. 
 
 A life is before thee which cannot decay, 
 A glimpse and an echo are given to-day 
 Of glory and music not far away. 
 Take the bliss that is offered thee, 
 
 And thou shalt be 
 
 Safe and blest for aye. 
 
 'That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of 
 gold that perisheth, though it be tried with lire, might be 
 found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of 
 Jesus Christ."— 1 Pkt. i. 7. 
 
 PRECIOUS more than gold that passeth, is the trial of your faith ; 
 Fires of anguish or temptation shall not dim it, shall not scathe. 
 Your Refiner sitteth watching till His image shineth clear, 
 For His glory, praise, and honour when the Saviour shall appear. 
 
Scripture Echoes* 
 
 
 1 Thou understandest my thought afar off.' i 1 ... exxxix. •_'. 
 
 FOR words are cold, dead tilings, 
 And little they tell of the heart, 
 
 ( )i the burning glow of the fount below 
 
 Whence the glance and the cheek-Hush start. 
 Whose hidden depths within 
 
 Are ever ' a fountain sealed ; ' 
 What the spirit itself has hardly seen, 
 
 Is only to God revealed. 
 
 'The Lord shewed him a tree, which when he had cast into thi 
 waters, the waters were made sweet.'- Ex. xv. i:>. 
 
 The cure He hath devised, the blessed Tree, 
 The Lord hath shown us, that, cast in, can heal 
 The fountain whence our bitter waters flow ; 
 
 Di vines t remedy, 
 
 Whose power we feel, 
 Whose grace we comprehend not, but we know. 
 
 'Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.' 
 — C l. iii. 2. 
 
 To see, and know, and love, and praise for ever 
 
 The Son of God who died that we might live, 
 Where sorrow, sin, and death can enter never, 
 
 And ever find new cause new songs of praise to give,- 
 O glorious prospect ! How, how can we cling 
 
 To dim earth-dreamings, when such hopes are given I 
 Oh, may we from this day, on faith-plumed wing, 
 
 No longer cling to earth, but soar in heart to heaven ! 
 
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 ■ Behold, 8 son shall he born to thee, who shall be a man of n-'t.' 
 • — 1 Chbom. xxii. 9. 
 
 Hail, Christmas morn ! 
 For unto us the Son is born, 
 The Man of Rest ! 
 The weary quest 
 Is over now, for He who cometh, calleth, 
 ' Come unto Me, and I will give you rest ! ' 
 
 The still voice falleth 
 On hearts that, listening, are blessed. 
 And daily shall the blessing flow, 
 And daily shall the gladness grow, 
 For we which have believed do enter into rest 
 
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 Now, Lord, I give myself to Thee ; 
 
 I would be w T holly Thine, 
 As Thou hast given Thyself to me, 
 
 And Thou art wholly mine. 
 Oh take me, — seal me as Thine own. 
 
 Thine altogether — Thine alone ! 
 
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 ' I will be as the dew unto Israel.'— Hos. xiw 5. 
 
 OFTLY the dew in the evening descends, 
 
 Cooling the sun-heated ground and the gale, 
 
 Flow'rets all fainting it soothingly tends, 
 Ere the consumings of mid-day prevail. 
 
 Sweet gentle dew-drops, how mystic your fall ! 
 
 Wisdom and mercy float down in you all. 
 
 Softer and sweeter by far is that Dew 
 Which from the Fountain of comfort distils, 
 
 When the worn heart is created anew, 
 And hallowed pleasure its emptiness fills. 
 
 Lord, let Thy Spirit bedew my dry fleece ! 
 
 Faith then shall triumph, and trouble shall cease. 
 
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 Occupy till I come.'.— Luke xix 12 
 
 CCUPY till I return : ' 
 Let us, Lord, this lesson learn 
 May our every moment be 
 Faithfully filled up for Thee. 
 
 
 'Be not far from me.'— Ps. xxii. 11. 
 
 ^? Be not far from me, we pray : 
 ' I am with thee all the day ; ' 
 This Thy answer, strong and cleai 
 Master, Thou art always near. 
 
 'He is faithful that promised.'— Heb. x. 23. 
 
 Thou art faithful ; praise Thy name, 
 Thou art evermore the same ; 
 Thou hast promised ; oh, how blest 
 On Thy royal word to rest ! 
 
Scripture- Echoes. 
 
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 • iii- that winnetb souls La wi«« ' -Pbov. xi. ao. 
 
 • Hi: that winneth souls is wise' 
 In the Master's gracious eyes j 
 Well may we contented be 
 To be counted fools for Thee. 
 
 'Redeeming the time.'— Col. iv. 5. 
 
 So may we redeem the time, 
 That with every evening chime 
 Our rejoicing hearts may see 
 Blood-bought souls brought back to Thee. 
 
 * Lay up His words in thine heart.'— Job xxii. 22. 
 
 Let us, by Thy Spirit stirred, 
 In our hearts lay up Thy word. 
 Daily, Lord, increase our store, 
 Fill our treasures more and more. 
 
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 ' Behold the Bridegroom cometh !' — Matt xxv. .. 
 
 HERALD whisper falling 
 
 Upon the passing night, 
 Mysteriously calling 
 
 The Children of the Light ! 
 
 He cometh ; oh, He cometh ! 
 
 Our own beloved Lord ! 
 This blessed hope up-summeth 
 
 Our undeserved reward. 
 
 He cometh ! Though the hour, 
 Nor earth nor heaven may know, 
 
 Sure is the word of power, 
 ' He cometh ! ' Even so ! 
 
 Look up, and lift up your heads : for your redemption draweth 
 
 nigh. '—Luke. xxi. 2S. 
 
 Advent shadows gather deep, 
 
 "Wars and desolations, 
 Troubled wakings, troubled sleep, 
 
 Rushing of the nations. 
 Advent glory, grand and clear, 
 
 Herald flashes flingeth ; 
 And the Judge who draweth near, 
 
 Full salvation bringeth. 
 
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 'NTO you the Child is born, 
 On this blessed Christmas morn. 
 c .Unto you, to be your Peace ; 
 
 Unto you, for He hath found you ; 
 Unto you, with full release 
 
 From the weary chains that bound you 
 Unto you, that you may rise 
 Unto Him above the skies. 
 
 The wilderness shall rejoice, 
 
 And the wintry waste shall sing, 
 At the wakening herald voice 
 
 Of the coming of the King. 
 So the sparkling Christmas snow 
 
 Is dearer than summer light ; 
 For He whom we love came down below 
 
 In the hush of a Christmas night. 
 May thy Christmas morning break 
 
 Holy and bright and calm ; 
 And may all thy life for His dear sake 
 
 Be a joyful Christmas psalm. 
 
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 Christmas Echoes. 
 
 Is it a wintry night ? 
 
 Watch ! for the heavenly light 
 Shineth, O mourner, around and above ! 
 
 Tidings of joy to thee 
 
 Float on the minstrelsy ! 
 Rise up and welcome the Son of His love ! 
 
 
 1 Behold thy King cometh unto thee.'— Zech. ix. 9. 
 
 Cometh in lowliness, 
 
 Cometh in righteousness, 
 Cometh in mercy all royal and free ! 
 
 Cometh with grace and might, 
 
 Cometh with love and light; 
 Cometh, beloved ! He cometh to thee ! 
 
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 & Bright be thy Christmas tide ! 
 Carol it far and wide, 
 Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come ! 
 Jesus thy guest will be ; 
 let Him dwell with thee ! 
 Open thy heart for His palace and home. 
 
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 What do the angels Bing I 
 What is the word they bring I 
 
 What is the music of Christmas again I 
 Glad tidings still to thee, 
 Peace and good-will to thee, 
 
 Glory to God in the highest ! Amen. 
 
 Christmas blessings cannot cease, 
 Christmas joy is deep and strong, 
 
 For Christ is come to be our Peace, 
 Our Salvation and our Sons:. 
 
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 Christmas Echoes. 
 
 Christmas gifts for thee, 
 Fair and free ! 
 Precious things from the heavenly store, 
 Filling thy casket more and more ; 
 Golden love in divinest chain, 
 That never can be untwined again ; 
 Silvery carols of joy that swell 
 Sweetest of all in the heart's deep cell ; 
 1 'earls of peace that were sought for thee 
 In the terrible depths of a fiery sea ; 
 Diamond promises sparkling bright, 
 Flashing in farthest-reaching light ! 
 
 Christmas gifts for thee, 
 Grand and free ! 
 . Ckfl % % Christmas gifts from the King of love, 
 . ^ U'fc^ Brought from His Royal Home above ; 
 Brought to thee in the far-off land, 
 Brought to thee by His own dear hand. 
 Promises held by Christ for thee, 
 Peace as a river flowing free, 
 Joy that in His own joy must live, 
 And love that Infinite Love can give ! 
 Surely thy heart of hearts uplifts 
 Carols of praise for such Christmas gifts ! 
 
 
 
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 A happy Christmas to you ! 
 
 For the Light of Life is born, 
 And His coming is the sunshine 
 Of the dark and wintry morn. 
 The grandest orient glow must pale, 
 The loveliest western gleams must fail : 
 But His great Light, 
 So full, so bright, 
 Ariseth for thy heart to-day ; 
 His shadow-conquering beams shall never 
 pass away. 
 
 A happy Christmas to you ! 
 
 For the Prince of Peace is come, 
 And His reign is full of blessings, 
 
 Their very crown and sum. 
 Xo earthly calm can ever last, 
 'Tis but the lull before the blast : 
 But His great peace 
 Shall still increase 
 In mighty, all-rejoicing sway ; 
 His kingdom in thy heart shall never pass 
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 Our Saviour Christ was born 
 That we might have the rose without the thorn, 
 
 All through His desert life 
 He felt the thorns of human sin and strife. 
 
 His blessed feet were bare 
 To every hurting brier ; He did not spare 
 One bleeding footstep on the way 
 He came to trace for us, until the day 
 The cruel crown was pressed upon the Brow, 
 That smiles upon us from His glory now. 
 
 And so He won for us 
 Sweet, thornless, everlasting flowers thus ! 
 
 He bids our desert way 
 Rejoice and blossom as the rose to-day. 
 
 There is no hidden thorn 
 In His good gifts of grace, He would adorn 
 The lives that now are His alone, 
 With brightness and with beauty all His own. 
 Then praise the Lord who came on Christmas Day 
 To give the rose and take the thorns away. 
 
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 Tin: wondrous Love and 1 i j_^li t , 
 
 The fulness and the glory, 
 The meaning and the might 
 
 Of all the Christmas story, 
 May Christ Himself unfold to you to-day 
 And bid you go rejoicing on your way. 
 
 A HAPPY, happy Christmas 
 
 Be yours to-day ! 
 Oh, not the failing measure 
 Of fleeting earthly pleasure, 
 But Christmas joy abiding, 
 While years are swiftly gliding, 
 
 Be yours, I pray, 
 Through Him who gave us Christmas Day 
 
 A bright and blessed Christmas Day, 
 With echoes of the angels' song, 
 
 And peace that cannot pass away, 
 And holy gladness, calm and strong, 
 
 And sweet heart carols, flowing free ! 
 
 This is my Christmas wish to thee ! 
 
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 Christmas EcJiocs. 
 
 Down the ages hoary 
 
 Peals the song of glory, 
 
 Peace, and God's good-will ! 
 
 Other echoes die away, 
 
 But the song of Christmas Day 
 
 Echoes from the Judean hill, 
 
 Ever clearer, louder still. 
 
 Oh, may its holy, heavenly chime 
 
 Make all thy life a Christmas time ! 
 
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 Christmas iHottors. 
 
 jels know the blessed day, 
 And strike their harps anew % 
 '" Then may the echo of their lay 
 Float sweetly down to you, 
 And fill your soul with Christmas song 
 That your heart shall echo your whole life lon< 
 
 Jesus came ! — and came for me ! 
 
 Simple words ! and yet expressing 
 Depths of holy mystery, 
 
 Depths of wondrous love and blessing 
 Holy Spirit, make me see 
 All His coming means for me ; 
 Take the things of Christ, I pray, 
 Show them to my heart to-day. 
 
 Oh, let thy heart make melody, 
 And thankful songs uplift, 
 
 For Christ Himself is come to be 
 Thy glorious Christmas gift. 
 
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 A HAPPY, happy Christmas, 
 
 And a happy, happy year ! 
 ( )h. we have not deserved it. 
 
 And yet we need not fear. 
 For Jesus has deserved it. 
 
 And so, for Jesus' sake, 
 This cup of joy and blessing 
 
 With grateful hand we take. 
 
 There is silence high in the midnight sky, 
 And only the sufferers watch the night ; 
 But long ago there was song and glow, 
 
 And a message of joy from the Prince of Light, 
 And the Christmas sonsr of the messenger-throng 
 ^ The echoes of life shall for ever prolong. 
 
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 Great is the mystery 
 
 Of wondrous grace, 
 God manifest we see 
 
 In Jesu's face. 
 O deepest mystery 
 
 Of Love Divine, 
 God manifest for me, 
 
 And Jesus mine ! 
 
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 What was the firs! angelic word 
 
 That the startled Bhepherds heard? — 
 
 • Fear not!' Beloved, it comes to you 
 
 Aj9 a Christmas message most sweet and true, 
 
 As true for you as it was for them 
 
 \\\ the lonely fields of Bethlehem ; 
 
 And as sweet to-day as it was that night, 
 
 When the glory dazzled their mortal sight. 
 
 Christ is come to be my Friend, 
 Leading, loving to the end ; 
 
 Christ is come to be my King, 
 Ordering, ruling everything. 
 
 Christ is come ! Enough for me, 
 
 Lonely though the pathway be. 
 
 Give me a song, Lord, 
 That I may sing to Thee, 
 
 In true and sweet accord 
 With angel minstrelsy. 
 
 Oh, tune my heart that it may brin 
 
 A Christmas anthem to my King. 
 
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 Christmas Echoes. 
 
 SWELL the notes of the Christmas Song ! 
 Sound it forth through the earth abroad 
 
 Glory to God ! 
 Blessing and honour, thanks and laud ! 
 Take the joy of the Christmas Song ! 
 Are not the tidings good and true i 
 
 Peace to you, 
 And God's good-will that is ever new ! 
 
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 i '-&Jff.)ffl Christmas joy is deep and strong ! 
 g^TH^pef For Christ is come to be our Peace, 
 
 Our Salvation and our Song. 
 
 
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 Christ is come to be thy Light, 
 Shining through the darkest night ; 
 He will make thy pilgrim way 
 Shine unto the perfect day. 
 Take the message ! let it be 
 Full of Christmas joy to thee ! 
 
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 For unto us a child ifl born, unto us a son is given ; 
 and the government shall be upon His shoulder: 
 and His Name shall be called Wonderful, Coun- 
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 .OXDEKFUL ! Wonderful ! 
 Ring out the Name, Christmas chimes ! 
 
 Wonderful ! Wonderful ! 
 Echo the word to farthest climes ! 
 May the splendour of this great Name 
 Shine and glow with a mighty flame, 
 Filling thy life with its glorious rays, 
 Filling thy spirit with Christmas praise 
 
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 O Name of gentlest grace, 
 
 Name of strength and might, 
 Meeting the heart-need of our orphaned race 
 
 With tenderest delight ! 
 Our Everlasting Father ! This is He 
 Who came in deep humility 
 
 A little child to be ! 
 
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 The Christmas bells proclaim 
 
 His glorious Name, 
 
 'The Mighty God!' 
 God manifest indeed, 
 
 And yet the Woman's Seed, 
 
 To whom we sing 
 All glory, praise, and land ! 
 
 Divinest Lord and Kim* 
 
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 ©fje prince of $eace, 
 
 O Name of beauty and of calm ! 
 
 O Name of rest and balm, 
 
 Of exquisite delight, 
 And yet of sovereignty and might ! 
 Let it make music in thy heart to-day, 
 And bid thee go rejoicing on thy way ; 
 For Jesus is thy Peace, thy Prince of Peace, 
 Whose reign within thy heart shall evermore increase. 
 
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 ALM the scene — the winds scarce breathing, 
 
 Shepherds watch their flocks by night ; 
 Angels glad their heaven at leaving, 
 
 Burst on earth in floods of light. 
 Bethlehem's plains now bright with glory, 
 
 See ! the angel folds his wing ; 
 Soon he tells the wond'rous story, 
 
 Christ is born, a Saviour — King ! 
 
 Loudly sweet they hymn their chorus, 
 
 ' Glory be to God on high, 
 Peace on earth, good will towards us ' — 
 
 See ! they soar beyond the sky. 
 Did these angels praise the Saviour, 
 
 Who a Saviour do not need % 
 Let us not be silent ever ; 
 
 He for us was born indeed ! 
 
 God Incarnate ! Mighty Jesus ! 
 
 Lord of all above — below ! 
 Thee we bless, who cam'st to free us 
 
 From the chains of sin and woe. 
 Once a babe, — now King of Glory ! 
 
 Thee no seraph's thought can scan ; 
 But, dear Saviour, we adore Thee, 
 
 Son of God, and Son of Man. 
 
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 Christmas Echoes. 
 
 Let Thy wond'rous Incarnation 
 
 Soon throughout the world be sunj 
 Let the praise of Thy salvation 
 
 Dwell on every heathen tongue. 
 Oh ! remember Abraham's offspring, 
 
 Joyless scattered o'er the earth ! 
 
 Saviour — God, we know rejoicing 
 
 They shall celebrate Thy birth ! 
 
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 So happy all the day 
 
 Had I been without play, 
 And such good thoughts had come o'er my mind, 
 
 That I wondered what it meant, 
 
 ( )r for why it was sent, 
 As I ne'er had felt aught of the kind. 
 
 And the birds all day long- 
 Had kept trilling their song : 
 
 And the sun had gone down, oh, so red ! 
 We had folded the sheep, 
 And were talking of sleep, 
 
 But, somehow, we cared not for bed. 
 
Christmas lichees. 
 
 
 The stars were all drest 
 
 In their brightest and best, 
 And the moon showed a streak of her gold 
 
 'Twas a glorious night ; 
 And we thought of the sight 
 Of which David our father has told. 
 
 A sound struck our ear, 
 
 Sweet, joyous, and clear, 
 It seemed like a musical breeze : 
 
 But, ere we could gaze, 
 
 We were all in a blaze, 
 And found ourselves down on our knees 
 
 A bright one then said, 
 
 ('Twas like life from the dead,) 
 ' Good tidings, good tidings I bring ! 
 
 Messiah's come down ; 
 
 In your own little town, 
 You will find Him a Babe and a Kin 
 
 And then the whole choir, , 
 
 Rising higher and higher, 
 Sang of ' glory, sweet peace and good- will 
 
 The sheep seemed to dance, / 
 
 And the mountains to prance, 
 And the stars could no longer stand still. 
 
 Then onward we sped, 
 
 To find out the bed 
 Where the Saviour in lowliness lay : 
 
 Near Bethlehem's inn, 
 
 (Oh, shame on their sin !) 
 We found Him 'midst cattle and hay. 
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 But we saw the blest sight ; 
 
 Twas our Judah's delight ; 
 And Mary and Joseph were there : 
 
 And soon we made known 
 
 To all in the town, 
 What we heard the good angel declare. 
 
 And now, every day, 
 
 I sing and I pray 
 To the Babe, who is Saviour and all : 
 
 May His wonderful birth 
 
 Be known through the earth, 
 And cheer both the great and the small ! 
 
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 M HRISTIANS, awake to joy and praise ! 
 Happy, happy, happy be our Christmas days. 
 God is the God of truth and love, 
 g§^ He has sent His only Son down from above. 
 
 Hark how the holy angels sin 
 
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 Blessing, blessing, blessing on the Infant King ! 
 
 Let us repeat their noble song, 
 Cherubim and Seraphim the strain prolong. 
 
 Glory to God, our God on high ! 
 Peace to them on earth who are condemned to die ; 
 
 Good-will to all the tribes of men ; 
 Glory, glory, glory, sing all Heaven ! Amen. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 FOR that vision ! so fair yet so fearful, 
 
 for that chorus ! so sweet and so loud ; 
 Shepherds, rejoice ! no longer be tearful, 
 Sing like the angels in yonder bright cloud. 
 for that sight ! so startling, so cheerful, 
 for the sound of that glorious crowd ! 
 
 Then when we went as the angel had told us, 
 
 Lo ! we beheld the Babe of the skies, 
 Shepherd of shepherds, He comes now to fold us, 
 Lord of all souls, Delight of all eyes. 
 All that He is can never be told us, 
 Wonderful, Counsellor, God only wise. 
 
 Blessing and honour and high adoration 
 Be to the Babe of pure virginal birth ; 
 
 He is our hope and our only salvation, 
 
 Henceforth the theme and the crown of our mirth. 
 Joy to all people, each tongue and each nation, 
 
 Glory in heaven, and good- will on earth ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 'The glory of the Lord shone round about them.* 
 —Luke ii. 9. 
 
 How grand and how bright, 
 
 That wonderful night, 
 When angels to Bethlehem came ! 
 
 They burst forth like fires, 
 
 They struck their gold lyres, 
 And mingled their sound with the flame. 
 
 The shepherds were 'mazed, 
 
 The pretty lambs gazed 
 At darkness thus turned into light ; 
 
 jXo voice was there heard 
 
 From man, beast, or bird, 
 So sudden and solemn the smht. 
 
 And then, when the sound 
 
 Re-echoed around, 
 The hills and the dales all awoke ; 
 
 The moon and the stars 
 
 Stopped their fiery cars, 
 And listened while Gabriel spoke : 
 
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 ' I bring you,' (said he,) 
 
 ' From the Glorious Three, 
 Good tidings to gladden mankind ; 
 
 The Saviour is born, 
 
 But He lies all forlorn 
 In a manger, as soon you will find.' 
 
 At mention of this, 
 
 (The source of all bliss,) 
 The angels sang loudly and long ; 
 
 They soared to the sky, 
 
 Beyond mortal eye, 
 But left us the words of their song : 
 
 All ' Glory to God,' 
 
 Who laid by His rod, 
 To smile on the world through His Son ; 
 
 And ' Peace be on earth,' 
 
 For this wonderful birth 
 Most wonderful conquests has won ; 
 
 And ' Good-will to man,' 
 
 Though his life's but a span, 
 And his thoughts all evil and wrong. 
 
 Then pray, Christians, pray ; 
 
 But let Christmas Day 
 Have your sweetest and holiest song. *"^ 
 
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 'Talk ye of all His wondrous works.'— Pa. cv. 2. 
 
 Come, shepherds, come, 'tis just a year 
 Since sweetest music woke our ear, 
 
 And ansrels blessed our si<dit. 
 • Come, lift your heart and tune your voice, 
 And bid the hills and vales rejoice, 
 
 As on that glorious night ! 
 
 Tis just a year ago, we say, 
 
 When night shone out as clear as day, 
 
 And heaven came down to earth. 
 How did we fear, how did we gaze, 
 Surrounded by the sudden blaze, 
 
 And thrilled with sounds of mirth ! 
 
 Ah ! see you not that angel choir ? 
 And hear you not that mighty lyre 
 
 Which hushed our bleating sheep ? 
 And oh, that voice of sweetest awe, 
 Which told us all we after saw ! 
 
 Who now would silence keep 1 
 
 Come, shepherds, come, with prayer and song, 
 This night, to be remembered long, 
 
 Eejoice to celebrate. 
 With reedy pipe, chant forth who can 
 To God all glory, love to man, 
 
 And peace in every gate ! 
 
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 Tis just a year ago to-night, 
 
 From heaven came down the Prince of Light, 
 
 ( )ur guilty world to bless : 
 Let Gentiles now with Israel sing 
 ( hn Saviour, Brother, Friend, and King, 
 
 Our promised Righteousness ! 
 
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 HAPPY New Year ! Oh, such may it be ! 
 p Joyously, surely, and fully for thee ! 
 
 Fear not and faint not, but be of good cheer, 
 ferj/xx' \ And trustfully enter thy Happy New Year ! 
 
 Happy, so happy ! Thy Father shall guide, 
 Protect thee, preserve thee, and always provide ! 
 Onward and upward along the right way 
 Lovingly leading thee day by day. 
 
 Happy, so happy ! Thy Saviour shall be 
 Ever more precious and present with thee ! 
 Happy, so happy ! His Spirit thy Guest, 
 Filling with glory the place of His rest. 
 
 Happy, so happy ! Though shadows around 
 
 May gather and darken, they flee at the sound 
 
 Of the glorious Voice, that saith, ' Be of good cheer ! ' 
 
 Then joyously enter thy Happy New Year ! 
 
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 From this day will I bless you.'— Hag. ii. 10. 
 
 ' From this day ' 
 He shall bless thee ! 
 What shall then distress thee ? 
 
 ' From this day ' 
 He will never leave thee ; 
 "What shall grieve thee ? 
 Christ, thy mighty friend, 
 Loveth to the end 
 
 1 From this day ! " 
 
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 ' Be glad and rejoice, for the Lord vrill do great things. 
 — Joel ii. 21. 
 
 The Lord hath done great things for thee 
 
 All through the fleeted days 
 Jehovah hath dealt wondrously ; 
 
 Lift up thy heart and praise ! 
 For greater things thine eyes shall see, 
 
 Child of His loving choice ! 
 The Lord will do great things for thee ; 4jL^ 
 
 Fear not, be glad, rejoice \s***j&~* 
 
New War Echoes. 
 
 
 ■ Be it li that doth go before thee ; He will be with th 
 lit will not hi] thee. 1 Dei p. 
 
 THE Lord thy God ! 
 He it is that goes before thee, 
 His the banner waving o'er thee, 
 
 Bright and broad. 
 When the fiercest foes assail thee, 
 He it is that will not fail thee, 
 
 He, the Lord thy God. 
 
 
 
 
 UST to let thy Father do 
 
 What He will ; 
 Just to know that He is true, 
 
 And be still ; 
 J ust to follow hour by hour, 
 
 As He leadeth ; 
 Just to draw the moment's power. 
 
 As it needeth ; 
 Just to trust Him ! this is all ! 
 
 So thy opening year shall be 
 Happy, whatsoe'er befall, 
 
 Bright and blessed, calm and free 
 
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 Neiv Year Echoes. 
 
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 ' I will siny of mercy and judgment. 
 
 One year less 
 Of wisely-ordered loss, 
 Of sorrow and of weariness. 
 
 Conflict and cross. 
 
 One year more 
 Of mercies ever new, 
 Of love in never-failing store, 
 
 Faithful and true. 
 
 A HAFPY NEW YEAR TO YOU. 
 
 Happy, because He loves thee ! 
 
 Happy, because He lives ! 
 Bright with that deepest gladness 
 
 Which only Jesus gives. 
 Happy, because He guides thee, 
 
 Because He cares for thee j 
 Happy, ever so happy, 
 
 Thus may thy New Year be ! 
 
New Year Echoes. 
 
 WONDROUSLY 
 The Lord hath dealt with thee ! 
 
 Wondrous mercy all the way, 
 Wondrous patience every day, 
 Wondrous pardon, wondrous feeling, 
 Wondrous help and wondrous leading 
 Through the bygone year. 
 
 Wondrously 
 The Lord shall deal with thee ! 
 
 Wondrous tenderness and grace, 
 Wondrous shining of His face, 
 Wondrous faithfulness and power, 
 Wondrous love, shall twine each bower 
 Through the coming year ! 
 
 Crown the year with Thy goodness, Lord ! 
 And make every hour a gem 
 In the living diadem, 
 
 That sparkles to Thy praise. 
 
 Crown the year with Thy grace, Lord ! 
 Be Thy fresh anointings shed 
 On Thy waiting servant's head, 
 Who treads Thy royal ways. 
 
 Crown the year with Thy glory, Lord I 
 Let the brightness and the glow 
 Of its heavenly overflow 
 Crown Thy beloved's days ! 
 
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 New Year Echoes 
 
 STRONG and loving is thy Friend ! 
 
 Trust Him for the untried year ! 
 He shall lead thee to the end. 
 
 Ever gracious, ever near. 
 As the everlasting hills 
 
 Thou shalt find His faithfulness 
 As the crystal mountain-rills. 
 
 
 And on the east side toward the rising of the snn shall they of 
 the standard of the camp of Jndah pitch, throughout their 
 armies : and Nahshon the son of Amminadab shall be 
 of the children of Judah.' — Numb. ii. 3. 
 
 Toward the rising of the sun 
 Now thy standard raise ! 
 
 Let thy New Year's halt be one 
 In the Camp of Praise. 
 
 Then the wilderness shall be 
 
 Fruitful, fair, and glad for thee. 
 
 
New Year Echoes, 
 
 
 ANOTHER year of patient toil, 
 
 A few sheaves won from rocky soil, 
 
 May seem Dot much to thee; 
 
 But all thy work is with the Lord, 
 
 And thine exceeding great reward 
 
 Thy God Himself shall he. 
 
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 ^RAISING together for all the way, 
 
 Now let us welcome our New Year's Day, 
 Rejoicing together in faith and love, 
 Hoping together for rest above. 
 
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 Eternity with Jesus 
 
 Is long enough for rest ; 
 Thank God that we are spared to work 
 
 For Him whom we love best ! 
 
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 New Year Echoes. 
 
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 'The Lord Miss Dice, and keep thee: the Lord make His 
 
 face shine upon thee, and he gracious unto thee: the / 
 
 Lord lift up His countenance upon thee, and give thee 
 peace.' — Numb. vi. 24-26. 
 
 The threefold blessing Israel heard 
 
 Three thousand years ago, 
 God grant it may on thee to-day 
 
 In power and fulness flow ; 
 That Light and Peace in grand increase 
 
 All through the year may glow. 
 
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 All through the year ; 
 By day and night Thy Presence bright 
 --_ Be ever near ; 
 And Thy sweet Word be always heard -^ 
 
 To guide and cheer. fry ^v^ 
 
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New Year Echoe 
 
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 3 'So soon as I shall see how it will go with me. 
 —Phil. ii. -J:5. 
 
 arm has power to raise 
 
 The curtain of to-morrow ; 
 Xo eye can ken what future days 
 May bring of joy or sorrow. 
 
 Vain man, though wise, is veiled, 
 He walks as one benighted ; 
 But oft he sees how hopes have failed, 
 And all his flowerets blighted. 
 
 Then what is man \ a worm, 
 But does his God forget him ? 
 Oh no ! throughout his longest term 
 His God has often met him. 
 
 That worm, Lord, am I, 
 Thick darkness is my vision ; 
 But in the sunshine of Thine eye 
 I walk with all precision. 
 
 Though sightless as to what 
 To-morrow s dawn may call me, 
 I will rejoice in any lot 
 
 Which may from Thee befall nit 
 
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 New Year Echoes. 
 
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 COBLEKTZ, . iSO-3 
 
 How it will go with me, 
 Shall form no anxious musing : 
 Full rather will I follow Thee, 
 In ways of Thine own choosing. 
 
 If Thou shouklst choose me pain, 
 Or silence or decaying, 
 Thou wilt my faith and love sustain 
 In holy praise and praying. 
 
 And when at last I see 
 How all has been Thy favour, 
 It will indeed go well with me, 
 Before Thy throne, my Saviour. 
 
 \X. H. H. 
 
 times are in Thy hand,' 
 Their best and fittest place ; 
 1 would not have them at command 
 ! Without Thy guiding grace. 
 
 • My times,' and yet not mine; 
 
 I cannot them ordain ; 
 Xot one e'er waits from me a sign, 
 
 Xor can I one detain. 
 
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New Year Echoes. 
 
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 'My times,' ( ) Lord, are Thine, 
 And Thine their oversight; 
 
 Thy wisdom, love, and power combine 
 
 To make them dark or bright. 
 
 I know not what shall be, 
 When passing times are fled ; 
 
 But all events I leave with .Thee, 
 And calmly bow my head. 
 
 Hence, Lord, in Thee I rest, 
 
 And wait Thy holy will ; 
 I lean upon my Saviour's breast, 
 
 Or gladly go on still. 
 
 And when my 'times' shall cease, 
 
 And life shall fade away, 
 Then bid me, Lord, depart in peace, 
 
 To realms of endless day ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 
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 PASSIFLORA . 
 

 
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 LL hail, Thou Resurrection ! 
 
 All hail, Thou Life and Light ! 
 All hail, Thou Self-perfection, 
 
 Sole source of grace and might ! 
 Thy Church, Christ, now greets 
 
 Uprising from the grave ; 
 And every eye that meets Thee, 
 
 Beholds Thee strong to save. 
 
 All hail, beloved Jesus ! 
 
 For Thou indeed art He 
 "Whose death from sin can free us, 
 
 Whose »Jif brings liberty. 
 Hence, let ->ur faith embrace Thee 
 
 With warmest baud and eye, 
 And then delight -Wtrace Thee 
 
 Thee, 
 
 AscencUn: 
 
 up on 
 
 high. 
 
 •0 ..Saviour, ~On.e in. glory, 
 To raise? Thy Koij dead, 
 
 And end .odtm^c.vjhs story 
 ^Wdth cxowr ag&A xhy head. 
 
 
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Easter Echoes. 
 
 Then robed in white before Thee, 
 Without one stain or tear, 
 
 Shall all Thy saints adore Thee, 
 '.Midst wonder, love, and fear. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 3?§fcgM S^RISE, for He is risen to-day, 
 2, flk' ^^£$g' And snine > for He is glorified ; 
 
 4n&[ Put on thy beautiful array, 
 *} ^ ^ And keep perpetual Easter-tide. 
 
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 The white flowers, freed 
 From snowy sepulchres, may speak 
 
 In angel-tone to thee, — 
 
 ' Oh, fear not ye ! 
 The Saviour whom ye seek jT* 
 
 Is risen indeed ! ' 
 
 
Easter lie hots. 
 
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 In the likeness of His death 
 
 AYe M'ere planted, 
 Therefore, by His Spirit's breath 
 ^, Resurrection-life is granted ; — 
 
 Resurrection beauty glowing, 
 Resurrection power outflowing, 
 Resurrection gladness cheering, 
 Resurrection glory nearing. 
 
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 ' Shall rise again ! ' 
 His word shall be 
 Enough for thee, 
 mourning heart, so full of pain ! 
 Yet see 
 The promise sealed 
 By loveliest miracles. Each wakening flower 
 Of fell or field, 
 
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 Easter Echoes. 
 
 Far on the mountain height 
 They grew; 
 Each vivid tint 
 
 A new 
 And fair imprint 
 Of the once pierced Feet, 
 A token sweet 
 (Sent very tenderly), 
 That Jesus lives and loves and cares for me. 
 
 Oh, let me know 
 The power of Thy resurrection ! 
 
 Oh, let me show 
 
 Thy risen life in clear reflection ! f 
 
 Oh, let me soar y 
 
 Where Thou, my Saviour Christ, art gone V 
 
 before ! -.f 
 
 In mind and heart 
 
 Let me dwell always, only, where Thou art. 
 
 
 
 
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 Only for Jesus ! Lord, keep it for ever 
 
 Sealed on the heart and engraved on the life ! 
 
 Pulse of all gladness and nerve of endeavour, 
 Secret of rest, and the strength of our strife. 
 
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 4Nfo7 0D save our gracious Queen ; 
 "|p?Loiig live our noble Queen ; 
 God save the Queen ! 
 (riant her victorious, 
 Happy and glorious, 
 Long to reign over us ; 
 God save the Queen ! 
 
 God save the Prince of Wales ; 
 Bless Thou the bride he hails ; 
 
 Make them Thy care ! 
 Where England's name prevails, 
 Where sweet homes scent her gales, 
 Where ocean bears her sails, 
 
 There be this prayer. 
 
 God of the bridal band, 
 Fast be each heart and hand 
 
 Bound in Thine own ! 
 Cheer them in sorrow's hour, 
 Spare them if troubles lower, 
 Gird them with truth and power 
 
 Sent from Thy throne. 
 
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 Bridal Echoes. 
 
 Then, when long years have fled, 
 Still be Thy favours shed 
 
 On them and theirs ! 
 Where dwells not sin nor sigh, 
 Where weeps not widow's eye, 
 There with our Christ on high 
 
 Be they 'joint heirs.' 
 
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Bridal EcJioi 
 
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 fhtptuU ©rare. 
 
 For G. S. and E. P. H. 
 
 'Holy Matrimony— instituted of God, in the time of man's in- 
 nocency, signifying unto us the mystical union that is betwixt 
 Christ and His Church; which holy estate Christ adorned 
 and beautified with His presence, and first miracle that He 
 wrought in Cana of Galilee.' 
 
 THOU, whose presence beautified 
 
 Poor Cana's nuptial board, 
 
 By Thee let ours be sanctified, 
 
 And Thou shalt be adored. 
 
 Thyself to us, ourselves to Thee, 
 
 In mystic union join ; 
 And grant us greater things to see 
 
 Than water turned to Avine. 
 
 Thy glory show, our faith make stron 
 
 Like rivers be our peace ; 
 And seat us where THY Marriage Song 
 
 Shall never, never cease ! 
 
 To Him who wove the marriage tie, 
 When man was innocent, f*j£ 
 
 To God, our Triune God, Most High. ^ 
 Be all our praises sent ! 
 
 W. H 
 
 Frhrv.or 
 
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 Bridal Echoes. 
 
 Brftrgroom's Song. 
 
 Canticles ii. 10. 
 
 ^j& TSE up, my love, and come away ! ' 
 It is, it is, thy bridal day : 
 God's watchers bright 
 Await the sight, 
 And joy to chant their sweetest lay. 
 
 Come, come, my fair one, come away ! 
 Fled is the dark and cloudy day : 
 
 Wintry night 
 
 And withering blight 
 Too long have held thee 'neath their sway. 
 
 Rise up, my love, from thy loneliness ! 
 Thy harass and thy deep distress : 
 
 Sorrow and care 
 
 Xo more shall scare 
 Thy spirit's native loveliness. 
 
 'Tis God who hath prepared thy way 
 To reach this blest and blessing day ; 
 
 'twas He who trained 
 
 When most He pained, 
 For He meant to chase thy tears away ! 
 
Bridal Echoes. 
 
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 Then rise, my fair one, conic away 
 To a home of love, by night and day ; 
 Peace and prayer 
 
 Await thee there, 
 And praise shall tune her song alway ! 
 
 A home ! yes, in it welcome stands 
 To bless thy feet, and kiss thy hands ; 
 
 And children's love 
 
 Shall greet their dove, 
 And listen to her soft commands. 
 
 Yes, my own love, my home is thine, 
 In it shall all thy virtues shine ; 
 
 But, be wise, 
 
 Turn to the skies, 
 And let our nuptials be a heavenly sign ! 
 
 A sign of that transcendent day 
 
 When thou shalt hear The Bridegroom say, — 
 
 And I the while 
 
 Stand by and smile, — 
 1 Eise up, my love, my fair one, come away 1 ' 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 Bridal Echoes. 
 
 Our for tljc ©tfjcr. 
 
 (BRIDAL SONG.) 
 
 AS it ' only for one,' dear, ' only for one,' 
 That the smile, and the song, and the love 
 should be ] 
 Then a smile shall flash, and a song shall flow. 
 And a deep, deep love shall thrill and glow, 
 Only for thee, dear, only for thee ! 
 
 For so shall it be, 
 One for the other — nevermore lonely, 
 One for the other — ever and only. 
 
 The blossoms that now at my feet you lay, 
 
 Shall be goldeu fruit for you and me 
 When spring and summer have passed away, 
 And softly falls the autumn day. 
 
 Like the close of a holy melody. 
 For so shall it be, 
 
 One for the other — nevermore lonely, 
 
 One for the other — ever and only. 
 
 Yes ! one for the other, blessing and blessed, 
 
 In the strength of His gladness, calm and bright, 
 But with more of blessing and love for all, 
 The smile shall beam, and the song shall fall, 
 
 Touching the shadows around with light, — 
 Because it shall be 
 
 One for the other — nevermore lonely, 
 
 One for the other — ever and only! 
 
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Bridal Jic/wcs. 
 
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 I have waited for thy coming, love, 
 
 As the song-bird waits for spring, 
 Ere the echo of his merry lay 
 
 Makes the forest arches ring. 
 But when the spring is gone, love, 
 
 And summer's glory fills, 
 How musical the hush, love, 
 
 Between the shadowy hills. 
 
 I have waited for thy coming, love, 
 
 Yet bring to greet thee near, 
 Nor laugh, nor words, nor carol gay, 
 
 But stillness and a tear. 
 But if I know thy heart, love, 
 
 And if thou readest mine, 
 This welcome is the best, love, 
 
 The truest, fondest sign. 
 
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 Bridal Echoes. 
 
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 I HAVE a smile my friends to greet, 
 Hearty and pleasant for all I meet, 
 
 Hidden from none : 
 But I have a smile that they do not know, 
 Lit hy a deeper, tenderer glow, 
 And I keep it bright in my heart below, 
 
 Only for one ! 
 
 I have a song for every ear, 
 Leaving an echo to soothe and cheer 
 
 When it is done : 
 But I have a music of truer beat, 
 Not to be poured at the great world's feet, 
 Richer and softer and far more sweet, 
 
 Only for one ! 
 
 I have a love for all who care 
 
 Aught of its warmth to claim or share, 
 
 Free as the sun : 
 But I have a love which I do not hint, 
 Gold that is stamped with my soul's imprint, 
 A wealth of love, both mine and mint, 
 
 Only for one ! 
 
Bridal Echoes. 
 
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 Eljinlung togrtljcr, or Srabttatton. 
 
 Of what are you thinking now, dear, 
 
 Xow that good-night is said, 
 Now that the children's eyes are shut, 
 
 And the stars shine out instead ; 
 Now that the far church-clock sounds near, 
 
 For the world is all so still, 
 And the cottage twinkle has long gone out 
 
 On the slope of the fir-crowned hill ? 
 
 
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 Of what are you thinking now, dear ? 
 
 Could a thought-flash reach me here, 
 The message would not surprise me, 
 
 But only strengthen and cheer. 
 For love has told it already, 
 
 That seer so bold and true ! 
 I know you are thinking of me, dear, 
 
 For I am thinking of you. 
 
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 I know you are thinking of me, dear, 
 
 For the whirl of the day hath ceased, 
 The circling force is spent at last, 
 
 And our spirits are released ; 
 And heart to heart hath swiftly turned 
 
 After the lonely strife, 
 For each is the centre of each, dear, 
 
 By the law of our truest life. 
 
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Bridal Echoes. 
 
 IV. 
 
 We have but one other thought, dear, 
 
 In these quiet, restful hours, 
 And that is of Him whose love is twined 
 
 In a threefold cord with ours. 
 So you are thinking of me, dear, 
 
 And I am thinking of you, 
 And He is thinking of us both : 
 
 Is it not sweet and true 1 
 

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 Francie and Willie, welcome to you ! - 
 Alfred and Alice, welcome too ! 
 
 To an English home and English love 
 
 "Welcome, each little Irish dove ! 
 
 Never again we hope to be 
 
 Kept apart by an angry sea. 
 
 A thousand welcomes, darlings mine, 
 When we see you at Winterdyne !; 
 
 
 
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 Welcome all to a warm new- nest. 
 
 Just the place for our doves to rest, 
 Through the oaks and beeches looking down 
 On the winding valley and quaint old town, 
 Where ivy green on the red rock grows, 
 And silvery Severn swiftly flows. 
 With an extra sparkle and 'glitter and shine 
 
 Under the woods of Winterdyne. 
 
 On a quiet evening iivdovely spring, 
 
 In the tall old elms the nightingales sing ; 
 Under the forest in twilight grey, 
 I have heard them more than a mile away, 
 Sweeter and louder and far more clear 
 Than any thrush you ever diddvear; 
 Perhaps, when the evenings grow long and fine, 
 They will sing to voir in Winterdyne. 
 
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 Children's Eel iocs. 
 
 Little to sadden, and nothing to fear ; 
 
 Priest and Fenian never come here ; 
 Only the sound of the Protestant bells 
 Up from the valley pleasantly swells, 
 And a beautiful arch, to church, is made 
 Under the sycamore avenue's shade ; 
 You pass where its arching boughs entwine, 
 
 Out of the gates of Winterdyne. 
 
 Welcome to merry old England ! And yet 
 
 We know that old Ireland you will not forget ; 
 Many a thought and prayer will fly 
 Over the mountains of Wales so high, 
 Over the forest and over the sea, 
 To the home which no longer yours must be. 
 But farewells are over, darlings mine, 
 Xow it is Welcome to Winterdyne 1 
 
 9To Smrijo anfc Bariu 
 
 Suggested by a child's remark, 'What a queer place Jericho 
 must be, if all the persons and things get there that are 
 wished there !' 
 
 KCE on a time I a visit had paid, 
 All very pleasant as long as I made 
 Remarks on the topics I fancied or guessed 
 Any one present was sure to like best. 
 Then came the trial of courage and skill ; — 
 (Oh for a talent for gilding the pill !) 
 Out of my pocket with tremulous thought 
 A card for collecting was cautiously brought. 
 
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 What thf result, there La do seed to tell; 
 Collectors are often received very well, 
 Sometimes, alas ! it is quite the reverse, 
 
 So you take up the work for better, for worse ; 
 
 Still. 1 was conscious 'twas better to go 
 
 After revealing my errand, and so 
 
 Forth in the mist of the evening I wandered, 
 
 And on changes of tone and of countenance pondered 
 
 Weary the feet, and closing the day ; 
 
 Is there not danger of losing the way ? 
 
 Strange are the hills and the forests around j 
 
 Where shall a home-leading pathway be found i 
 
 I cannot turn back, and I cannot advance ; — 
 
 Is it a nightmare, or is it a trance 1 
 
 Shadowy figures are faintly seen, >' 
 
 Spectral and silent, dimly serene ; 
 
 Persons and things in range on range, 
 
 All familiar, yet all so strange ; 
 
 Shades of all things that ever annoyed, 
 
 All that ever one wished to avoid. 
 
 Strange though it be, I need not fear ; 
 
 Tis a wonderful region, and how I came here 
 
 I cannot explain, but as it is so, 
 
 Let me investigate whether or no, 
 
 And enumerate some of the objects I find ; 
 
 Xo names shall be mentioned, so no one will mind. 
 
 Determining thus, I quickly began 
 Everything round me more closely to scan, 
 Hoping to make a report of the case 
 To friends who had never discovered the place ; 
 Having set out on this singular track, 
 Not in a hurry was I to get back. 
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 Children s Echoes. 
 
 Aid unexpected was close to my side, 
 Soon I perceived an invisible guide, 
 Only a voice, clear, quiet, and low, 
 
 wanted to know. 
 
 Telling me all that I 
 
 People of every age and class 
 Under review appeared to pass ; 
 Some I recognised perfectly well, 
 (More of these than I choose to tell I) 
 Of others I learnt the name and decree 
 From the bodiless guide who followed me. 
 
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 There were several sharp little girls 
 "Who had made remarks on chignons and curls, 
 And dozens and dozens of dreadful boys 
 With special talents for mischief and noise ; 
 Specimens, too, in greatest variety, 
 Of every sort of bores of society, — 
 Boorish bores, and bores polite, 
 People who stay too late at night, 
 People who make long morning calls, 
 People who think of nothing but balls, 
 People who never a move will make, 
 People who never a hint can take ; 
 Strong-minded bores, and weak-minded too, 
 Masculine, feminine, not a few ; 
 People who borrow books to lose, 
 People who will not wipe their shoes, 
 People who keep your mind on the rack 
 Lest some pussy escape from the sack ; 
 Over stupid, and over clever ; 
 People who seem to talk for ever ; 
 People who mutter, and people who drawl, 
 People who wiH not talk at all. 
 
Child re lis Echoes. 
 
 
 There were Ledgers and day-books in piles on piles, 
 And Letters and papers in files on tiles; 
 
 Foolscap and parchment, deeds and wills ; 
 And oh, such a mass of unpaid bills ! 
 
 There was a wonderful heap of slates, 
 Scribbled all over with sums and dates, 
 With names of counties and names of towns, 
 With Latin verbs and German nouns, 
 Vulgar fractions and multiplication, 
 And plenty more of the like vexation. 
 
 And finished was seldom seen, 
 Many a half-worked cushion and screen, 
 Many a drawing just half done, 
 Plenty of things in haste begun ; 
 Soon might Patience and Perseverance 
 Anions this collection effect a clearance. 
 
 Xow and then throughout my stay 
 Things arrived in a wholesale way ; 
 Sometimes a house came gliding down, 
 Sometimes a village or even a town ; 
 Sometimes a borough my eyes would meet, 
 With candidates, voters, and votes complete ; 
 1 But,' whispered my guide, ' the person who sent it 
 Was never the man who could represent it.' <§> 
 
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 ■ The person who sent it ! that's not at all clear : fo<\^ ^ ' 
 
 Who has the power to send things here 1 { 
 
 What is the power, and how does one use it? jjj l/j 
 
 Can any one have it if only they choose it % ' II 
 
 ' Every one has it,' responded my guide ; 
 
 ' Oft by yourself has the power been tried, 
 
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 Children s Echoes. 
 
 On yourself too, or you would not be here, 
 In this region of shadows so dismal and drear. 
 
 Only a wish is the power that brings 
 
 Hither this medley of persons and things ; 
 
 Only a wish of the opposite kind 
 
 Loosens the spell, as you'll presently find. 
 
 Some one has wished you farther away, 
 
 That is the reason you came here to-day ; 
 
 Some one may wish you were speedily near, 
 
 Then you no longer may stay with us here. 
 
 Watch your companions, you'll see at a glance 
 
 A few are awake, but most in a trance. 
 
 Thousands are sent who never knew it, 
 
 Editors sending many a poet, 
 
 Children sending half their teachers, 
 
 Listeners sending half their preachers. 
 
 There are some who send their dearest friends 
 
 If they happen to cross their private ends, 
 
 Or give advice which is good and true, 
 
 If it's not the thing that they wish to do ; 
 
 Or to be a little too quick of sight.' 
 
 (If they never came back it would serve them right !) 
 
 Plenty of music went on meanwhile, 
 
 Not in the Handel Festival style ! 
 
 For hither most people agree to despatch 
 
 New violins, with players to match, 
 
 Old pianos that rattle and jingle, 
 
 Or Broadwood grands that make your ears tingle 
 
 With polkas and waltzes four hours a day ; 
 
 All barrel organs, whatever they play ; 
 
 All German bands that won't play in tune ; 
 
 People who practise too late or too soon ; 
 
 Contraltos that groan, and sopranos that squall, 
 
 Basses that bellow, and tenors that bawl. 
 
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Children's I -'.chocs. ioi 
 
 Suddenly, while these melodious strains 
 Filled up the measure of puzzles and pains, 
 Everything faded away from my gaze, 
 
 Into the deepening darkness and haze ; 
 
 All the unbearable chaos of sound 
 
 Melted away into silence profound. 
 
 How I came back, to this day I don't know, 
 
 Only I found myself all in a glow, 
 
 Hastening into the parlour to see 
 
 If I had kept them all waiting for tea. 
 
 "Welcoming voices said, — ' We were afraid 
 
 You with some neighbour the evening had staid ; 
 
 Your presence is wanted to brighten and cheer ; 
 
 Where have you been % we w r ere wishing you here ! 
 
 'Thanks,' cried I ; *' you have called me away 
 
 From a limbo of dreary shades to-day. 
 
 May you never the pathway know 
 
 Leading away to JERICHO ! 
 
 Or if you are sent on that dismal track, 
 
 May loving wishes soon summon you back ! ' 
 
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 Children s Echoes. 
 
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 15tf)clbcrt's 'Coming &ome in tfje Barfc.' 
 
 Did I tell you how we went to tea, 
 All by ourselves, with kind Mrs. B. ] 
 And how we came home in the dark so late, 
 I think it was nearly half-past eight ! 
 We liked the tea, and all the rest, 
 But coming home in the dark was best, — 
 Best of all ! oh, it was such fun, 
 The nicest thing we have ever done. 
 Nurse took Willie, and Bertha took me, — 
 Bertha is such a great girl, you see ; 
 She sometimes says to us, ' Now, little boys, 
 Don't you make such a dreadful noise, 
 You will wake little Sybil with all your riot 1' 
 And then we have to be — oh, so quiet ! 
 , She is nearly eight, and ever so tall ; 
 But Willie and I are not very small ; 
 We are six years old, and our birthdays came 
 Both on one day, the very same. 
 So people say we are little twins, 
 And as much alike as two little pins. 
 And Papa likes having a pair of boys, 
 Although we make such a dreadful noise ; 
 ' Much more amusing,' we heard him say, 
 ' Than a couple of odd ones any day ! ' 
 
 It was only so very dark down below 
 Along the lane where the blackberries grow, 
 For the little stars were out in the sky, 
 And we laughed to see them, Willie and I, 
 For they twinkled away, so quick and bright, 
 I think they were laughing at us that night. 
 
Children s Echoes. 
 
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 V bright one got up from behind a tree, 
 And peeped at Bertha and Willie and me ; 
 And round the corner we saw another 
 Playing at hide-and-seek with Ids brother, 
 Popping out from a cloud, and then 
 Running behind it to hide again. 
 
 And then the kind little Moon came out 
 To take care of the Stars as they played about ; 
 She looked so quiet and good, we thought 
 That perhaps they went to her school to be taught. 
 And to learn from her how to shine so bright ; 
 But Grandmamma told us we did not guess right, 
 For the Moon goes to school herself to the Sun : 
 Do you think she meant it only in fun 2 
 
 Then all of a sudden the Wind ran by, 
 And flew up to kiss the Stars in the sky ; 
 He tucked them up, and said good-night, 
 And drew the curtain round them tight. 
 That was a great dark cloud, you see, 
 That hid the Stars from Willie and me. 
 I think they were sorry to go to bed, 
 For they did not look tired at all, we said ; 
 And one or two of them tried to peep ; 
 But very soon they were all asleep, 
 For the Wind kept singing their lullaby, 
 And we felt quite vexed with him, Willie and I. 
 
 I think the Moon asked if she might not stay 
 To light us a little bit more of the way, 
 But he whistled quite loud, and we thought he 
 
 said, 
 1 Xo, no, no ! you must go to bed ! ' 
 The good little Moon did what she was bid, 
 And under the curtains her pretty face hid ; 
 And then it got darker and darker still ; 
 Nurse said she was setting behind the hill. 
 
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 Children's Echoes. 
 
 So perhaps she was tired, and glad to go j 
 It's a long way across the sky, you know. 
 
 We were not afraid, but we did not talk 
 As we came along the avenue walk ; 
 And we did not quite like looking back, 
 For the pretty green trees were all quite black. 
 But I whispered to Willie that God was there, 
 And we need not be frightened, for He would 
 take care. 
 
 And then all at once we saw the light 
 In the dining-room window, ever so bright ; 
 And up we came through the little gate, — 
 Oh, it was so nice to come home so late ! 
 And then we gave a famous shout, 
 For dear Mamma herself came out 
 To meet us, just as we got to the door ; 
 But she had not expected us home before. 
 And then we took it by turns to talk, 
 And tell them about the tea and the walk ; 
 And Papa did laugh so, — we wondered why ! 
 At what we told him, Willie and I. 
 
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 1 LOVE the trees, I love the flowers, 
 
 I love the sunny sky, 
 I love to watch in evening hours 
 
 The day decline and die ; 
 I love the birds, their merry song 
 Is pleasant as they skim along. 
 
 I love to see the gentle moon, 
 
 So lovely and so pale, 
 1 love to see the distant stars, — 
 
 How marvellous their tale ! 
 I love the soft dim light they throw 
 Upon this world of ours below. 
 
 When on these lovely things you gaze, 
 Would you the secret know 
 
 Of having as great happiness 
 As ere can be below % 
 
 Then you your Father — God must call 
 
 And say, ' My Father made them all.' 
 
 1849. 
 
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 Children s Echoes. 
 
 ^m\ m • iHtj first. 
 
 Jm^M^ LODGING was on the cold rough grou: 
 
 ■\ 1'MP° ^ n ^ m ^ P^^ ow a roc ky shelf; 
 
 \Hy|| ' And the Poet's Corner was full of dust, 
 
 JjF.iL^ And bits of stick and dead leaves, just 
 An emblem of myself 1 
 
 But lo ! I find that some little birds, 
 
 With busy beak and wing, 
 Have made for me a cosy nest, 
 The very sort that I like best, 
 Where I can lie in pleasant rest, 
 And twitter, if not sing ! 
 
 And the Poet's Corner is swept so clean, 
 
 And made so nice and neat, 
 That rea'ly I should feel quite rude, 
 If I don't, in common gratitude, 
 Produce some verses on the spot, 
 And pour them out all fresh and hot, 
 
 For my little birds so sweet. 
 
 Poet's Corner, Wixterdyxe. 
 
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 FOR A PEN( IIL-CASE FROM I1KU BIBLE-CLASS. 
 
 O THOU who gatherest with loving arm 
 
 The tender lambs, who in each dark alarm 
 
 Wilt fold them safely, — listen to my prayer 
 
 Borne upwards on the silent morning air ! 
 
 Saviour, e'en to these extend Thy love, 
 
 And let them know its sweetness, — from abo\ e 
 
 Pour down on them Thy Spirit's quickening showers, 
 
 That they may flourish as sweet heaven-born flowers ! 
 
 let Thy smile beam on them, let them be 
 
 For ever gladdened with its radiancy ! 
 
 May they reflect Thine image pure and bright 
 
 As burnished silver, spotless in Thy sight ; 
 
 Cleansed by Thy blood from every sinful stain, 
 
 Let not its free stream pour for them in vain. 
 
 When Thou in glory at the last Great Day 
 
 Shalt come, when earth and heaven shall flee away, 
 
 When, waking at th' archangel's clarion sound, 
 
 The sleeping ones arise, and gather round 
 
 The great tribunal, then let each one here 
 
 At Thy right hand redeemed and saved appear, 
 
 And in the Book of Life let each one be 
 
 Inscribed as in eternal lines by Thee ! 
 
 O Saviour, let each name be written there, 
 
 Not one be wanting in those pages gleaming ! 
 
 Hear, Shepherd of the lambs, this fervent prayer, 
 
 For ever be Thy blessings o'er them streaming ! 
 
 March 2S, 1S55. 
 
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 Children ' s li chocs. 
 
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 WITH A COPY OF ' SONGS OF GRACE AND GLORY,' TO CLARA 0., 
 FOR THIRTY BUNCHES OF ASTLEY VIOLETS. 
 
 Sweet flowers of Spring, 
 All fresh and fair to see, 
 
 You sent to me. 
 Sweet holy ' Songs of Grace 
 
 And Glory ' too 
 
 I send to you. 
 
 Grace all-sufficient may 
 
 You find, and know 
 
 On earth below, 
 Till God's own glory crown 
 
 Your faith and love, 
 
 In heaven above. 
 
 WH<* 
 
 
 Inscription in a Copu of ' iLifc's fHormng.' 
 
 By Him 'Life's Morning 1 lovelit be, 
 Who loved and lived and died for thee : 
 So shall thy Noontide never know 
 Earth's burning thirst or withering glow ; 
 And thou shalt fear no gathering night ; 
 At Eventide it shall be light. 
 
 1861 
 
Children's Echoes, 
 
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 fHau Bag, 1851. 
 
 HASTE, O haste to the fields away ! 
 For dawneth now the month of May ; 
 leave the city's crowded street, 
 And haste ye now sweet May to greet, 
 
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 For May is come on fairy wing, 
 And thousand beauties with her brings ; 
 This fairest month of all the year, 
 Oh, well can she the sad heart cheer. 
 
 Nature her jewelry displays, 
 Unfolds her gems to meet our gaze : 
 ^" Bright leaves and buds of emerald hue, 
 Forget-me-nots of sapphire blue. 
 
 The pearly lily's drooping bells, 
 Listen ! a tale it sweetly tells, 
 1 If God so clothe the lilies fair, 
 Much more may ye trust in His care.' 
 
 The turquoise gentianella bright, 
 The shining king-cup's golden light, 
 Carnation's ruby hues behold, 
 And silvery daisy set with gold. 
 
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 ay, 
 
 Of these we'll twine a garland 
 Meet for the brow of beauteous May 
 And see, they gain a brighter hue 
 By glittering drops of diamond dew. 
 
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 Children's Echoes. 
 
 Now bark ! what sound .so sweetly floats 
 Upon the breeze ? The cuckoo's notes, 
 How far they come to welcome May, 
 And pour for us the simple lay. 
 
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 Eo ffliss £H. Frrncm, 
 
 THANK you, dear Mary, 
 fevVllUs, For playing the fairy, 
 
 And knitting the mittens you send me ; 
 They fit to a trice, 
 , And are thoroughly nice, 
 
 * i So be sure they will warmly befriend me. 
 
 Though scarlet and white, 
 
 They are clerical quite, 
 For remember the surplice and hood ; 
 
 And the colours, you know, 
 
 Are emblems also 
 Of blessings eternally good. 
 
 You may see what I mean 
 In that fine verse eighteen, 
 
 ( Chapter I. of Isaiah the great ; 
 May what you there read 
 Be your blessing indeed, 
 
 During life, whether early or late! 
 
 1862. 
 
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 on entering church when the sunshine streamed through the 
 large window, so that its outline was completely lost in the 
 overpowering brilliance. 
 
 O Thou, the Sun of Righteousness, 
 Whose bright rays every cloud dispel, 
 E'en yon fair brilliance is far less 
 Than that, wherein Thou aye dost dwell. 
 
 ( ) Thou, my precious Saviour, shine 
 In all Thy radiance on my soul ; 
 Oh, let me know what love is Thine, 
 Oh, let me reach this long-sought goal. 
 
 To me, to me Thy glory show, 
 Shall ever be my earnest prayer ; 
 Grant me to leave the things below, 
 And in that perfect bliss to share, 
 
 Which to Thy faithful ones is given 
 Oh, let Thy glory on me beam, 
 And let me taste the joys of heaven, 
 Before the close of life's strange dream 
 
 Soon, Lord, reveal Thyself to me ; 
 How long must I thus sadly wait ? 
 My spirit yearns Thyself to see, 
 Oh, hear me in Thy mercy great ! 
 
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 jJrager before Cljurdj. 
 
 Lord, I am in Thy house of prayer, 
 Oh, teach me rightly how to pray ; 
 Incline to me Thy gracious ear, 
 And listen, Lord, to what I say. 
 
 Give me, O Lord, a praying heart, 
 And also an attentive ear ; 
 Help me to choose the better part, 
 And teach me Thee to love and fear. 
 
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 a Prager. 
 
 Lord, in mercy pardon me 
 All that I this day have done : 
 Sins of every kind 'gainst Thee, 
 O forgive them through Thy Son. 
 
 Make me, Jesus, like to Thee, 
 Gentle, holy, meek, and mild ; 
 My transgressions pardon me, 
 forgive a sinful child. 
 
 Gracious Spirit, listen Thou, 
 Enter in my willing heart, 
 Enter and possess it now, 
 Never, Lord, from me depart. 
 
 O eternal Three in One, 
 Condescend to bend Thine ear ; 
 Help me still towards heaven to run, 
 Answer now my humble prayer. 
 
 1849. 
 
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 (Sooti fltgljt. 
 
 
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 Good night, good night I 
 Care take his flight, 
 And Peace, all bright, 
 Possess thee quite, 
 Through Christ our Light 
 Good night, good night ! 
 W. 
 
 (Sooti fHormns. 
 
 Good morn, good morn, good morning ! 
 
 Be many a smile to-day ! 
 May we, the truth adorning, 
 
 Pass safely on our way. 
 When sin's fell thorn made us forlorn, 
 Christ came one morn, and joy was born. 
 Blest morn, blest morn, blest morning ! 
 Good morn, good morn, good morning ! 
 
 W. H. 
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ChildretCs Jichocs. 
 
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 > ^ 'TTvv I ® earthly g^ ts can yield us good, 
 ..T^^~tkV[ Without, Lord, Thy heavenly grace; 
 
 V^c^QjB Then sanctify our present food, 
 u^Jsp ^ n( | jj^ t on ag a piker's f ace> 
 
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 All praise to Him who died to give 
 The Bread by which the dying live ; 
 Our praise for all things pure shall be, 
 When face to face Himself we see. 
 
 Jesus, Lord of earth and sky, 
 What Thou givest sanctify ; 
 Always let our souls be fed 
 With Thyself, the living Bread. 
 
 Jesus, seated on Thy throne, 
 Thee we bless and Thee alone j 
 Thee we bless for food and friends, 
 Every gift Thy mercy sends. 
 
 W. H. H, 
 
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Children s Echoes. 
 
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 ffirace before ffleat- 
 
 Thou, gracious Father, dost providt 
 All blessings in the Crucified ; 
 What now Thou givest, sanctify, 
 And make us meet to feast on high. 
 
 ffiraee after fHeat 
 
 All praise to Him who food supplies, 
 Through Christ's atoning sacrifice ! 
 For gifts received our hymn we raise, 
 And hope to join in endless praise. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 PENZANCE, October 186S. 
 
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 Children's Echoes. 
 
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 Come, my pretty little love, 
 Sweet and harmless as the clove \ 
 You, my February Queen, 
 Paper-crowned, with pink and green, 
 Happy, happy may you be 
 Often as this day you see ! 
 Onward as through life you go, 
 May the Bible you well know ! 
 And when days and years are fled, 
 And you sleep among the dead, 
 May your spirit happy be 
 With the Great and Holy Three, 
 Clad in robes of-holiness, 
 
 Crowned with everlasting bliss ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 February 10. 
 
Childreiis Echoes. 
 
 117 
 
 £i)c ftcteStrrafeeli apple* 
 
 Two colours on the apple glow, 
 Why, little friends, why is it so ? 
 If I may guess, I'll tell you, dears, 
 The cause may well excite your tears. 
 
 When Eve, who vainly wise would be, 
 Plucked from the one forbidden tree ; 
 The apple blushed ! the tinge remains, 
 And still our guilt and woe proclaims. 
 
 But, little friends, come list again, 
 Now hear the pleasure 'midst the pain • 
 The red-streaked apple may be proved 
 To indicate our guilt removed. 
 
 When Jesus bowed His sacred head, 
 And died on Calvary in our stead, 
 His spotless side was stained with blood, 
 The source of our eternal good. 
 
 Hence in the apple white you see 
 The Saviour's stainless purity; 
 The reddened streak describes His blood, 
 Through which we're justified by God. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 Ch ildren 's Echoes. 
 
 jFor (Ebeign, Constance, ano 3ofjn (Crane. 
 
 Children, while you gather flowers, 
 Think how fleeting are your hours ; 
 Think again in heavenly bowers, 
 You may cull unfading flowers. 
 
 Jesus is the sweetest flower : 
 Give to Him each passing hour, 
 He will then in Eden's bower 
 Make you each a fadeless flower. 
 
 \\\ H. H. 
 
 June 1S53. 
 
 O praise our Shepherd's care, 
 His wisdom, love, and might, 
 
 Your loudest, loftiest songs prepare, 
 And bid the world unite ! 
 
 ^ Supremely good and great, 
 
 He tends His blood-bought fold ; 
 He stoops, though throned in highest state, 
 The feeblest to uphold. 
 
 He hears their softest plaint, 
 He sees them when they roam ; 
 
 And if His meanest lamb should faint, 
 His bosom bears it home. 
 
Children's Echoes. 
 
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 Kind Shepherd of the sheep : 
 
 A weakly ilock arc we ; 
 And snares and foes are nigh ; but keep 
 The lambs who look to Thee. 
 
 And if through death's dark vale 
 
 ( )ur feet should early tread, 
 Oh, may we reach Thy fold, and hail 
 
 The love which safely led ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 FROM THE WINTERDYNE FORT 
 
Scfacrn Song. 
 
 The Severn flow is soft and fair, as slowly 
 
 The light grows dim; 
 The sunset glow is soft and full, and holy 
 
 As evening hymn. 
 We float along beneath the forest darkling, 
 Blending with song the silence of the hour ; 
 We swiftly glide where rapids bright and sparkling 
 Bear us beside the ruddy rock and tower. 
 O. softly, softly row in measured time, 
 While nearer, nearer swells the curfew chime. 
 Xow, now again adown the current shooting, 
 
 New joy we hail ; 
 While through the forest thrills the fairy fluting 
 
 Of nightingale. 
 sweet and sweeter that hidden lay, 
 That in the twilight dies away. 
 Then merrily onward, O merrily row ! 
 And smoothly swift, Severn, flow ! 
 
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 The Severn flow is swift and strong, as neareth 
 
 The home we love ; 
 The sunset glow has paled and passed, and cleareth 
 
 The heaven above. 
 The children's eyes will soon be gently closing, 
 Calm stars arise and shine on earth instead ; 
 And through the night, all peacefully reposing, 
 Angels of light shall guard each tiny bed. 
 swiftly, swiftly row o'er darkening stream, 
 While nearer, nearer shines the home lamp's gleam. 
 Now, now awake the song of purest thrilling, 
 
 Of home and love ; 
 And call the echoes forth, with music filling 
 
 The rocks above. 
 Our song is sweetest as falls the day, 
 For we are on our homeward way. 
 Then merrily onward, merrily row ! 
 And smoothlv swift, Severn, flow ! 
 
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Songs. 
 
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 The sun is burning, little maiden 
 •Thou hast sweet water, is it for me 1 
 1 am so thirsty, so heavy-laden, 
 Give me cool water, for charity ! 
 Sparkling and gleaming, 
 The crystal streaming 
 Seems but awaiting my only plea, — 
 I am so thirsty, so heavy-laden, 
 ( rive me cool water, for charity ! 
 
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 O gentle maiden, I thirst no longer, 
 
 But sweeter waters thou hast for me. 
 
 Then pour them freely, from fountain stronger, 
 
 Sweet thoughts of kindness, for charity. 
 
 The world is only 
 
 A pathway lonel}', 
 And hearts are waiting for sympathy, 
 Then pour them freely from fountain stronger, 
 Sweet thoughts of kindness, for charity ! 
 
 O little "maiden, 'tis thine to brighten, 
 Like sparkling waters, life's lonely lea ; 
 All grief to soften, all joy to heighten, 
 With love and gladness, for charity ! 
 Thus onward flowing, 
 *■ All good bestowing, 
 A stream of blessing thy life shall be, 
 All grief to brighten, all joy to heighten. 
 "With love and gladness, for charity ! 
 
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 So/igs. 
 
 
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 Ten years ago to-day our wedding bells were rung, 
 When all along the winding lane wild roses hung ; 
 And now the roses cluster on our own white walls, 
 And down the lane resound our merry children's calls. 
 There's sunshine on the moor and on the glittering sea, 
 And sunshine in our hearts as fresh and fair and free ; 
 
 "We would not change our lot for London gold, 
 For home, our own sweet home, is sweeter now tenfold. 
 
 No city seasons come our pleasant year to mar ; 
 The hay — the fruit — the harvest-time are merrier far : 
 For pictures and for music rare we need but look 
 Around our home, and listen to the grand old Book. 
 The hours flow on from morning prayer to evening praise, 
 With trust that lightens, love that brightens darkest days 
 
 For though ten years have passed, love grows not old, 
 And home, our own dear home, is dearer now tenfold. 
 
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 i For music by Friiice Poniatowski, Hutchings and Romer. 
 
Songs. 
 
 ^ Z\)t Baton of fflag. 
 
 OME away, come away, in the dawn of May 
 ^j* When the clew is sparkling bright ; 
 When the woods are seen 
 All in golden green 
 In the crystal, crystal light. 
 The sweet perfume of violet bloom, 
 And hawthorn fragrance rare, 
 From the cool mossy shade, 
 Or the warm sunny glade, 
 Is filling all the air. 
 
 Come away, come away, in the dawn of May, 
 When the lark and the white cloud meet ; 
 When the tuneful breeze 
 In the old oak trees 
 Is harping, harping sweet. 
 With joyous thrill and merry trill 
 The thrush and blackbird vie, 
 As they chant loving lays, 
 And a full song of praise, 
 To the Lord of earth and sky. 
 
 Come away, come away, in the dawn of May, 
 In the pearly morning-time, 
 
 When the cowslips spring, 
 
 And the blue-bells ring 
 Their fairy, fairy chime. 
 
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 Songs. 
 
 With happy song we march along, 
 And carol on our way, 
 One in heart, one in voice, 
 Let us all now rejoice 
 In the sunny dawn of Ma}'. 
 
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 I LOVE, I love the morning ! 
 With purple tints adorning 
 The mountain brow, the woodland scene, 
 The deep and lone ravine \ 
 Oh, then in hallowed gladness, 
 My bosom drops its sadness, 
 And heaves in prayerful ecstasy 
 To the Triune Deity. 
 The thoughts may be grave, but the heart cannot grieve, 
 When day brings to nature a joyous reprieve. 
 
 The lingering mist of whiteness, 
 The orient streaks of brightness. 
 The fleecy cloud, the sparkling dew, 
 And boughs of every hue ; 
 The torrent loudly rushing, 
 The fountain gently gushing, 
 The dulcet hum of early bee, 
 The lark's pure minstrelsy, 
 Are charms which the morn brings the eye and the ear, 
 While faith thrills the heart with the thought, ' God is here 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 
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 €\\t Spirit's longings. 
 
 When the loveliest flowers are waking. 
 
 Whispering thoughts of silent joy, 
 And the lark, his nest forsaking, 
 
 Carols in the beaming sky ; 
 When her mantle Beauty flings 
 Over Nature's gladsome things : 
 Yet the soul it doth not fill, 
 •Something seeks it fairer still. 
 
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 When the crystal streams are glancing 
 
 From the Fount of Poesie, 
 Mindinsr with the all-entrancing 
 
 Sweetness of calm melody : 
 AVhen the spirit, thirsting long, 
 Feels the wondrous power of song, 
 Yet it yearns for something more, 
 Something which may be in store. 
 
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 When the heart is warmly glowing 
 Toward the dearest ones around, 
 And, with joyous love o'erflowing, 
 
 Fancies happiness is found, 
 Softly hushing noisy mirth, 
 Finds the purest joy of earth 3 
 Even then it must aspire, 
 Ever seeking something higher. 
 
 When the weary spirit turneth 
 From the dark low earth away, 
 
 And with contrite sorrow mourneth 
 Till the shadows flee away ; 
 
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 Songs. 
 
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 When the soul on Jesus' breast 
 Sinks in lowly peaceful rest, 
 Then its yearnings all are stilled, 
 And with perfect bliss 'tis filled. 
 
 May 1::, 1-" . 
 
 Summer-ttor. 
 
 ►Summer-tide is coming, 
 With all its pleasant things ; 
 Every bee is humming, 
 And every songster sings. 
 
 Mornings now are brightsome. 
 Inviting student thought j 
 Evenings too are lightsome, 
 With balmy quiet fraught. 
 
 Hearths no longer lure us, 
 The fields instead we roam ; 
 Hearts albeit insure us 
 A happy, happy home. 
 
 Summer-tide, I hail thee, 
 The empress of the year ! 
 C* But thou soon would'st fail me 
 Were not thy Maker near. 
 
 He thy course disposes, 
 
 Thy light, thy scent, thy glow 
 
 He tints all thy roses, 
 
 And paints thy brilliant bow. 
 
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Songs. 
 
 131 
 
 Laud Him, all creation, 
 The sinner's mighty Friend ; 
 Near Him be our station, 
 Where summer ne'er shall end. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 Ei}t ILorrlu. 
 
 where are the echoes of gladness 
 Which dwell in my listening mind ? 
 What meaneth the whisper of sadness, 
 Like the moan of the autumn wind I 
 
 I am chained by an often-told story. 
 Come down from the olden time, 
 
 When fairy dom saw its glory, — 
 A haunting, saddening chime. 
 
 The air is still and darkling, 
 And silently flows the Rhine ; 
 
 The mountain peaks are sparkling. 
 Where sunset rays yet shine. 
 
 A strangely beauteous maiden 
 Sits high on the grim rock there 
 
 Her arms are with rich gems laden, 
 She combeth her golden hair. 
 
Songs. 
 
 With a golden comb she is combing, 
 And sings an enchanted song ; 
 
 And wondrously through the gloaming 
 That melody floats along. 
 
 Then a wild weird sorrow amazeth 
 The boatman in gliding skiff : 
 
 "While upward alone he gazeth, 
 He sees not the fatal cliff. 
 
 The wave-bells a knell are ringing, 
 For the Rhine his prey hath won, 
 
 And that with her syren-singing 
 Hath the Sprite of the Lorely done. 
 
 1S59. 
 
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 Z\}c Cnrolrsc Spring Song. 
 
 The meadows rejoice in their verdure so bright, 
 
 And glisten with pearl-drops of dew, 
 The glaciers are gleaming in radiant light, 
 
 The breezes are fitful and few. 
 From heaven coming down, like a golden-haired child, 
 Fair Spring o'er the earth has sparklingly smiled, 
 With flower-twined staff he goes forth o'er the wild. 
 
 The song of the birds and the herdsman's glad lay 
 
 Are heard in the morning so bright ; 
 They sing when the bells at the closing of day 
 
 Awaken the stars of the night. 
 The swell of the joyous and heart-stirring song 
 Through mountain and valley is pealing along, 
 In a tide of rejoicing, all glorious and strong. 
 
 Then a fount of emotion awakes in the heart, 
 
 And the spirit is mightily stirred ; 
 The Tyrolese longs from his roof to depart, 
 
 To wander and roam as he will. 
 "When the meadows rejoice in their emerald glow 
 The sons of the mountain forth joyously go, 
 The world in its beauty and gladness to know. 
 
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 Songs. 
 
 fHu iflrsscngcrs. 
 
 I SAID to the merry birds of the woods, 
 
 ' Carry a song to the Fair One ! ' 
 They twittered and trilled, for they quite understood, 
 
 And flew away blithely to bear one. 
 Then listen, if, tapping thy window sill, 
 
 They come with their chirping and singing. 
 
 listen ! for over forest and hill 
 
 My message of love they are bringing. 
 
 1 said to the lilies, ' Carry for me, 
 Carry a smile to the S >veetest ! ' 
 
 They nodded and said, ' Our sister is she, 
 That loveliest lily thou greetest. 
 
 gather and send us,' they whispered to me, 
 * And bid us bloom fragrantly near her, 
 
 To waken her smile, rejoicing to be 
 Thy message of comfort to cheer her/ 
 
 1 said to the golden stars of night, 
 
 ' carry my love to the Dearest ! 
 In darkness surrounding with silver light 
 
 The Brightest, the ever Nearest 1 ' 
 And watchest thou now, my own, my love, 
 
 In weary and lonely sadness? 
 Look up to the stars in the heaven above, 
 
 They bear thee my message of gladness. 
 
 1S50. 
 
Songs. 
 
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 (Soti ftrrp Z\)tc. 
 
 Oh, dark was the Jay -when I left her alone, 
 
 My darling, so gentle, so dear ! 
 Oh sad, yet oh sweet was her silvery tone, 
 
 As she said, with a glistening tear, — 
 1 Oh, must thou go forth in the cold world to-day, 
 And leave me, to wander so far, far away ? 
 Oh, think of the moments of joy that are flown, 
 And remember the love that is ever thine own ! 
 
 Father, I pray, protect him alway, 
 Protect by night and by day ! ' 
 I left thee, indeed, in the cold world to roam, 
 
 Yet, darling, my heart stayed behind ! 
 In dreams I come back to the dear little home, 
 
 And unaltered is all that I find. 
 And then, as I listen, I hear a soft tone 
 Float up from thy lips to the emerald throne, 
 ' Oh, keep him, and bless him, by night and by day, 
 And guard him for me while so far, far away. 
 
 Father, I pray, protect him alway, 
 Protect by night and by day ! ' 
 
 The ocean of life with its hurrying swell 
 
 Has drifted me far on its tide, 
 But only and ever my true heart shall dwell 
 
 In quiet and love at thy side. 
 And when all the wandering and drifting are o'er, 
 My rest and my haven, my golden-bright shore, 
 My joy, and my home, and my heart too, shall be, 
 For ever, beloved, for ever with thee ! 
 
 Father, I pray, protect her alway, 
 Protect by night and by day ! 
 
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 Somrs. 
 
 l\osr of ftoscs. 
 
 Oh, the treasures of the Spring, 
 
 ( , iimson, blue, and golden ! 
 Scattered from her radiant wing 
 
 Nothing is withhoklen. 
 Myriad blossoms ope each hour, 
 
 Who shall tell the fairest ? 
 But I miss the sweetest flower, 
 
 Rooe of roses rarest. 
 
 Oh, the glory of the light, 
 
 Through the noontide beaming 
 Oh, the stars of purple light, 
 
 Through the darkness gleamin 
 But the star of softest ray, 
 
 Clearest, purest, whitest, 
 Shineth only far away, 
 
 Star of stars the brightest ! 
 
 Oh, the music everywhere ! 
 
 Joyous larks are singing, 
 Rivulets are flowing fair, 
 
 Merry chimes are ringing 
 But I miss from day to day 
 
 Music that is dearest, 
 Even thine, though far away, 
 
 Heart of hearts the nearest. 
 
 
Songs. 
 
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 fo>@f 
 
 Cljougljts in Song. 
 
 I love, I love thy solemn roar. 
 
 Thou deep eternal sea, 
 While sounding on from shore to shore, 
 
 The boundless and the free. 
 I love the torrent Hood's hoarse song, 
 
 The thunder's lordly mirth, 
 The midnight wind that walks along 
 
 The hushed and trembling earth. 
 
 I love the mountain lone and high, 
 
 The dark and silent wood, 
 The desert stretched from sky to sky 
 
 In awful solitude. 
 The whirlwind's ruthless rushing wing, 
 
 The stern volcano's voice, 
 To me an awful rapture bring : 
 
 I tremble and rejoice. 
 
 A mystic presence and a power 
 
 In scenes like these I see ; 
 The stillness of the midnight hour 
 
 Has eloquence for me : 
 For, bursting then from earth's control, 
 
 My thoughts are all at flood ; 
 I feel the stirring in my soul 
 
 Of high, immortal mood ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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38 
 
 Songs. 
 
 Z\)t Disappoints (Carol Singers. 
 
 On, must we not sing our Christmas hymn, 
 
 And will you not hear our song ? 
 With joyous voice, but with weary limb, 
 
 We have roamed the whole day long ! 
 
 We have thought of the merry Christmas time 
 
 For many a week before, 
 And have gleefully learnt our Christmas rhyme 
 
 To carol at your door 
 
 There are no merry larks to wake you now, 
 
 Xo blackbirds in woody dell ; 
 The nightingale loves not the leafless bough, 
 
 The humming bee sleeps in his cell. 
 
 Oh, winter is gloomy and dark enough, 
 
 And must it be silent too 1 
 Are the chorus of winds and the storm-song rough 
 
 The only sweet music for you 1 
 
 But we are the birds of the winter day, 
 
 "When all else is dark and still ; 
 Then, lady, send us not all away, 
 
 And with sorrow our eager hearts fill. 
 
 Oh, do not thus wave your beautiful hand, 
 
 And bid us unheard to go ; 
 For the carolling time of our little band 
 
 Comes but once a year, you know. 
 
 1855. 
 
Soups. 
 
 *39 
 
 jFor Denmark, Ijo! 
 
 OR Denmark, ho ! 
 
 Is the cry, we know, 
 And the shout, Arise, arise ! 
 They are struggling long 
 'Gainst might and wrong, 
 The valiant weak, with the craven strong, 
 Their homes the invaders prize. 
 
 A fair fresh Rose 
 
 From her northern snows 
 Is worn on England's heart ; 
 
 And shall England see 
 
 Her parent tree 
 Crushed by malice % It shall not be : 
 Ours be the helper's part. 
 
 Let a voice of might, 
 
 For the just and right, 
 Resound o'er sea and land ; 
 
 Let the olive fade, 
 
 Ere we fail in aid, 
 And the far-seen gleams of a half-draw 
 Flash from our ready hand. 
 
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140 
 
 So/tgs. 
 
 Z\)t Rational 3fotijcm. 
 (new version.) 
 
 God save our noble Quern : 
 Long live Old England's Queen ; 
 
 God save the Queen ! 
 Great and victorious, 
 Happy and glorious, 
 May she reign over us : 
 
 God save the Queen ! 
 
 On her anointed head 
 All choicest blessings shed 
 
 Forth from Thy hand : 
 Let her be Thy delight ; 
 Make her path always bright 
 And in Thy Word and might 
 
 Firm be her stand ! 
 
 While nations rage and groan 
 "Stablish her sacred throne 
 
 In sure repose. 
 Where'er our banners wave. 
 O'er land or ocean-cave, 
 There all our warriors save 
 
 Forgive our foes ! 
 
Songs. 
 
 141 
 
 Send peace in this our t ime ; 
 Spare us from strife and crime 
 Strengthen each band ! 
 
 Nursed by our gracious Queen. 
 May our Church e'er be seen, 
 Planted, like evergreen, 
 Throughout the land. 
 
 Sovereign of earth and sky, 
 Hear Thou our Nation's cry : 
 
 Bless, bless our Queen ! 
 Grant us, through her, to be 
 In Thee and all for Thee, 
 ' Great, glorious, and free : ' 
 
 God save the Queen ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 jFragmente* 
 
 WANDER in fancy far away 
 To scenes of many a summer day, 
 
 Beautiful even now 
 In the pale and wan November ray, 
 When Nature la}^s her cooling hand 
 On the hot and aching brow, 
 And quiets the throbbing heart with a touch, 
 
 And whispers much 
 In her own dear musical tone 
 
 Of rest and calm, 
 
 And peace and balm, 
 Till the heart is tuned to her own sweet psalm, 
 
 And feels no more alone. 
 Oh, the healing she has brought ! 
 Oh, the cures that she has wrought ! ~ ^ 
 
 Only engage her as nurse and physician, j?S 
 
 And let her fulfil her miraculous mission, £^w$) 
 
 And you will find ^^T 
 
 That she leaves behind 
 All the wonders of homoeopathy. 
 
 Oh ! I could tell, 
 
 For I know so well, 
 How the unstrung nerves are tuned again, 
 And the load rolls off from the tired brain, 
 And strength comes back to the languid fram< 
 And existence hardly seems the same. 
 Her process is surer far and shorter, 
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1 46 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
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 When out of reach of bricks and mortar ! 
 
 When all her gentle remedies 
 
 Are brought to bear, till the work is done. 
 
 Oh ! give to me 
 A pierless and paradeless sea, 
 With a shore as God made it, grand and fre< 
 And not a mere triumph of masonry ; 
 
 Where the thundering shocks, 
 
 And the Titan play 
 
 Of the wild white spray, 
 Which dies on the shingly beach, 
 
 With a golden reach 
 
 Of fair smooth sand, 
 
 Laid by the hand 
 
 Of the lulling tide, 
 Inviting many a stroll or ride. 
 
 Oh, for the pure and lovely shell ! 
 
 Oh, for the crimson frond ! 
 AVitness of all fair forms that dwell 
 In the marvellous deep below and beyond, 
 
 Where living flowers 
 
 From mermaids' bowers, 
 
 Many a living star, 
 
 Many a crystal, many a spar, 
 Where Xature distributes all her treasures* 
 And all her special seaside pleasures. 
 
 Oh ! give me the rocks of Ilfracombe, 
 With their witchery of gleam and gloom, 
 With the crystal pools in the tide-swept cave, 
 Where myriad fairy forests wave, 
 And the delicate fringes of crimson and green, 
 Purple and amber, ruby and rose, 
 

 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 1 47 
 
 With snowy gleaming shells between, 
 And marvellous forms of life are seen, 
 While the musical tide still ebbs and Hows 
 Where not a step but brings to view 
 Something exquisite, something rare, 
 Something marvellously fair, 
 
 Always beautiful, always new. 
 
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 • 
 
 My heart is wandering still 
 
 At its strange and wayward will. 
 
 Oh, for the Glen of the Waters' Meet, 
 
 Where the merry Lyn leaps down 
 
 To that loveliest vale below, 
 
 And hastens to join the Channel flow ; 
 Where the Lynton cliffs, without a frown, 
 
 Majestically crown 
 This mingling of sublime and sweet. 
 And oh, for the mighty roar 
 At the foot of Penmaenmawr ! 
 
 Or an autumn storm 
 
 On the Greater Orme, 
 Where the giant breakers hurl their spray 
 
 At the mountain's mighty breast, 
 And the wild wind, mingling in the fray, 
 Seizes and whirls it high and aw-ay 
 
 Over the proud rock's crest ; 
 
 While the maddened waves 
 
 Rush into the caves 
 With thunder and growl, and rush back again, 
 As if the assault had been all in vain, 
 But only to gather in awful might ^ v ^>% i 
 
 For a tenfold stru^le of fiercer fi 
 
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 Who would have time for a thought of care, 
 Or a fit of the blues, if standing there ! 
 
4 3 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Away ! away ! to the bracing North, 
 
 To the grand old seas 
 
 Of the Hebrides, 
 To the sunny Clyde, or the silver Forth, 
 Purple heather above, and shadowy loch below, 
 Golden glory of furze, and a far-off wealth of snow, 
 Violet peaks afar, and dark green pines anear, 
 And long bright evenings so soft and clear, 
 And concert halls of birdies sweet 
 Trill and carol so blithely meet ; — 
 Treasures untold, their myriad gleam 
 Is far beyond a poet's dream. 
 
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Miscellaneous, 
 
 149 
 
 SOje poet's Zenttfj. 
 
 XiGKT is heavy on the valley where the river mist is chill, 
 Heavy, where the cloud pavilion closes round the silent hill ; 
 Every tiny light that glimmered from the windows near and far, 
 < )ne by one in sudden darkness has vanished like a lonely star. 
 All but one, and that is shining where the midnight air creeps in, 
 Cooling with its clammy touch a burning brow and fingers thin ; 
 Brow inscribed by graving tool of thought in life's deep colours 
 
 dipped, 
 Fingers that are resting proudly on unfinished manuscript. 
 • Finished ! Tis my best, I take it, — best that bears my name as 
 
 yet; 
 I am weary, but 'tis worth it, now my signature is set. 
 How the closing verses thrilled me ! seemed that they were 
 
 hardly mine, 
 Flashing up in bright succession at my summons line by line. 
 It has been as though my spirit leapt beyond herself, and left 
 Half her being yet entangled in a sombre earthly weft, 
 *VVhile her essence soared unfearing upward to the Infinite, 
 With a new and sudden power, with a new and sudden light. 
 
15° 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Year by year have many listened to the truths I sought to teach, 
 But the work this night sees ended, many more shall surely reach. 
 It is farther, farther reaching, fond ideals nearing more 
 Than the last, yet that was stronger than the one that came before. 
 Finished ! but I know my power, know that I have more to say, 
 Know that better work and deeper shall be done another day.' 
 
 Was it so ] The hair grew greyer, but the eye retained its light ; 
 Year by year his shining fire-notes fell into the human night, 
 And his audience grew larger, more and more the souls he stirred, 
 Till the Poet's name had risen to become a household word. 
 Yet a whisper rose and mingled with the shoutings of his fame, 
 * This or that is splendid, adding lustre to a lustrous name, 
 Some for tenderness and sweetness, some for favour and for force ; 
 All his later works are fine, and so we read them — oh, of course ! 
 But the focus of his power, in the poem we love best, 
 Stands alone for depth and beauty, far outweighing all the rest. 
 There's a vividness, a glory, something felt though not defined, 
 Making one forget the poet in that light and truth combined. 
 Kot an old man, and experience adding treasure for his mint ! 
 Y^et his golden coin seems bearing less imperial imprint. 
 It is heresy, we know it, for his verse is all so good, 
 But why does he never write as once he did and surely could 1 ' 
 
 "Well, the fatal whisper reached him, floated like a seed of grief, 
 Thistle-down, that soon upspringing, wounded him with thorny 
 
 leaf; 
 Slowly, surely, came the knowledge that the springtide of his power 
 All unknown had reached its zenith in the rapture of an hour; 
 That the ebbing and the flowing never reached the shining mark 
 "Where the wave of life rose highest in that midnight still and dark. 
 
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Miscellaneous. 
 
 ITY, grief, and indignation 
 
 Stir Old England's manly heart, 
 Mien a brave and free-born nation, 
 Crushed by despot domination, 
 
 Writhes beneath the cruel smart. 
 
 England, think ! no fitful passion 
 
 Opes the gate whence mercy Hows ; 
 Thoughtful prayer brings down compassion, 
 Strong to rescue or re-fashion, 
 
 Eishtim 
 
 wrongs and healing woes. 
 
 Poland, rise from superstition I 
 
 "Who shall then thy peace destroy I 
 
 Give to God thy true submission, 
 He will give thee bright employ ; 
 
 Lofty be thy future mission, 
 
 Loud and long thy peals of joy ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 
152 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 {i.e. 'THE TOP OF THE ROCK.') ( 
 From the top of the rocks I see him.'— Numb, xxiii. 9. 
 
 When Israel lay in Moab's plain, 
 Outstretched in quiet splendour, 
 
 The eastern prophet saw with pain 
 That God was his Defender. 
 
 From lofty rocks (some Pen-y-bryn) 
 He saw the nation's glory, 
 
 And vainly strove, through love of sin, 
 To blot the nation's story. 
 
 J Small love had he for Israel's cause, 
 
 And none for Israel's Keeper, 
 fajf^ He trampled on His gracious laws, 
 V^jk And sank in crime the deeper. 
 
 pf To me, good Lord, Thy Spirit give, 
 &£ The Spirit of my Saviour, 
 
 That with Thy people I may live, 
 Encompassed with Thy favour. 
 
Miscellaneous, 
 
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 May all who visit Pen-y-bryn 
 Behold Thy saving vision. 
 
 Rejoice Thine Israel's lot to win, 
 And face the world's derision. 
 
 May thcv and I at length attain 
 The Pen-y-bryn of glory, 
 
 And chant in everlasting strain 
 Redemption's wondrous story ! 
 
 W. H. II. 
 
 ri:N-Y-Br.Y.v, near Colwi 
 
154 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 'Eftanft ffion/ 
 
 4 For nine-and-twenty years the rainbow-pinioned Sprim 
 Hath kissed the young lips of her smiling flowers ; 
 
 For nine-and-twenty years hath Autumn's golden ring 
 Encircled the fair fruit in all her bowers. 
 
 ' Yes, nine-and-twenty years have darkly, sadly passed 
 Since last the light of heaven 'twas mine to see ; 
 
 All aid has failed ! Thy skill my only hope, my last ! 
 Good Hofrath, can there yet be hope for me ? ' 
 
 Say, hath a passing angel left in that kind face 
 The mirrored image of his own sweet smile, 
 
 To the great good man's reverend beauty adding grace ? 
 It may be so ! listen ! he speaks awhile. 
 
 1 There is yet hope for thee ! If God vouchsafe to bless, 
 Thou yet again may see the blessed summer light ! 
 
 Though there's a thorny hedge of pain, yet may access 
 Be gained thee to thy Eden of glad sight ! ' 
 
 The time is come, the operation o'er ; yet he must wait 
 One moment longer, with unopened eye — 
 
 The Hofrath writes (oh, what will be his fate 1 ), 
 
 Now, blind one, read ! — ' Thank God ! ' his joyous cry 
 
Miscellaneous, i ' ; 
 
 What words may tell the unknown joy of that glad heart i 
 
 Words cannot paint a bliss bo deeply felt, 
 Like flakes of spring-snow, like the lightning's passing dart, 
 
 Half-formed in glowing happiness they melt. 
 
 ' Thank God ! ' Yes, after nine-and-twenty years of* night, 
 At length awakes for him the radiant day, 
 
 And the first word which he doth read with glad new sight 
 Is ' Thank God ! ' Thanks, praise to Him alway ! 
 
 E'en had the first-seen sunbeam not upborne his mind 
 In praise to Him who said, 'Let there be light,' : 
 
 The Hofrath's beautiful device must surely find 
 A deep response, and heavenward turn his sight. 
 
 It was a lovely thought, to place the sweet-toned lyre 
 
 At once within the joy-unnerved hand ; 
 May blessings rest on him, and may the angel choir 
 
 Around him breathe the songs of their bright Fatherland. 
 
 April 26, 1855. 
 
 J An incident at Grafratli, related by a patient of the skilful oculist, Dr. de Leuve. 
 
56 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Then Time will seem as but a pebble cast 
 
 Into the ocean of Eternity, 
 Breaking for one short moment that pure light 
 Which dwells upon its calm expanse of joy, 
 As into shiv'ring radiance and shade-like circles, 
 Soon melting back into primeval brightness 
 (Like that which was when all created essence 
 Took but the forms of blended light and music, 
 
 In glory of an infinite variety). 
 Through the translucent crystal of that sea 
 It swiftly sinks to rest, within the depths 
 Of that great heart, like an aye-glistening 
 And treasured memory of things gone by, 
 Bearing, deep graven on its pale, clear front, 
 One word— REDEMPTION ! 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 •57 
 
 Z\}t KJan&crituj Sunbcanu 
 
 T wandeTed far, that Sunbeam bright, 
 To mortal eyes of purest light, 
 And gladdening all o'er whom it beamed, 
 
 C A seraph's smile of joy it seemed. 
 But farther yet it longed to soar, 
 
 , t^j Where earthly darkness dims no inore ; 
 To visit that abode of light, 
 Too dazzlim 
 
 far for human sidit. 
 
 On glowing 
 
 wins* throui 
 
 Ji space it flew, 
 Till heaven's own glory was in view, 
 And through the pearly gates it passed, 
 Which only light, not shadow cast. 
 Then burst upon the wondering Ray 
 The radiance fair of perfect Day. 
 A beauteous seraph passed along, 
 The Sunbeam heard the thrilling song ; 
 But quickly ceased the gladsome lay, 
 The swift-winged seraph fled away ! 
 What might that haste, that strange fear mean 
 What dreaded spectre had he seen % 
 * An earth-born cloud of darksome Night 
 Hath dared to scale the walls of light ; 
 O'er yon fair hill a shade is thrown, 
 Which only in those worlds is known 
 Which far from heaven's pure boundaries lie, 
 To Chaos' gloomy realm more nigh.' 
 
i 5 8 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Thus spake he to a marvelling throng, 
 But gazed not on the Sunbeam long : 
 An angel's eye was far too pure 
 E'en that fair Sun ray to endure. 
 Xor long remained it there to tell 
 In what strange darkness Earth must dwell, 
 Too gross with beams of heavenly birth 
 To mix, yet to return to Earth 
 Too glorious, since its joyful gaze 
 Had met those all-effulgent rays. 
 Half way to Earth it flew, and there, 
 While yet its wing heaven's radiance bare, 
 It rested, and became a star, 
 To tell Earth's children from afar, 
 How infinitely pure and bright 
 Is heaven's eternal, shadeless light. 
 1855. 
 
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Miscellaneous. 
 
 .: | 
 
 fHn Singing SLcsson, 
 
 ABSTRACT. 
 
 Here beginneih — chapter the first of a series, 
 To be followed by manifold notes and queries; 
 So novel the queries, so trying the notes, 
 I think I must have the queerest of throats, 
 And most notable dulness, or else long ago 
 The Signor had given up teaching, I trow. 
 I wonder if ever before he has taught 
 A pupil who can't do a thing as she ought ! 
 
 The voice has machinery — (now to be serious), 
 
 Invisible, delicate, strange, and mysterious. 
 
 A wonderful organ-pipe firstly we trace, 
 
 Which is small in a tenor and wide in a bass ; 
 
 Below an ^Eolian harp is provided, 
 
 Through whose fairy-like fibres the air will be guided. 
 
1 60 A Iisccllancous. 
 
 Above is an orifice, larger or small 
 
 As the singer desires to rise or to fall ; 
 
 Expand and depress it to deepen your roar, 
 
 But raise and contract it when high you would soar. 
 
 Alas for the player, the pipes, and the keys, 
 
 If the bellows give out an inadequate breez«- ! 
 
 So this is the method of getting up steam, 
 
 The one motive power for song or for scream : 
 
 Slowly and deeply, and just like a sigh, 
 
 Fill the whole chest with a mighty supply ; 
 
 Through the mouth only, and not through the nose, 
 
 And the lungs must condense it ere farther it goes 
 
 (How to condense it, I really don't know, 
 
 And very much hope the next lesson will show). 
 
 Then, forced from each side, through the larynx it 
 
 comes, 
 And reaches the region of molars and gums, 
 And half of the sound will be ruined or lost 
 If by any impediment here it is crossed. 
 On the soft of the palate beware lest it strike, 
 The effect would be such as your ear would not like. 
 And arch not the tongue, or the terrified note 
 Will straightway be driven back into the throat. 
 Look well to your trigger, nor hasten to pull it : 
 Once hear the report and you've done with your bullet 
 In the feminine voice there are registers three, 
 Which upper, and middle, and lower must be ; 
 And each has a sounding-board all of its own, 
 The chest, lips, and head, to reverberate tone. 
 Bat in cavities nasal it never must ring, 
 Or no one is likely to wish you to sing. 
 And if on this subject you waver in doubt, 
 By listening and feeling the truth will come out. 
 The lips, by the by, will have plenty to do 
 In forming the vowels Italian and true : 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
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 Eschewing the English, uncertain and hideous, 
 With an and a U that are simply amphibious. 
 In flexible freedom let both work together, 
 And the under one must not be stiffened like leather. 
 
 Here endeth the substance of what I remember, 
 Indited this twenty-sixth day of November. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 '£0, not a Star/ 
 
 (answer to a remark.) 
 
 No, not a star ! that is a name too beautiful and bright 
 
 For any earthly lay to wear, in this our lingering night ; 
 
 But 'mid the broken waters of our ever-restless thought, 
 
 My verse should be an answering gleam from higher radiance 
 
 caught ; 
 That when through dark o'erarching boughs of sorrow, doubt, 
 
 and sin, 
 The glorious Star of Bethlehem upon the flood looks in, 
 Its tiny trembling ray may bid some downcast vision turn 
 To that enkindling Light, for which all earthly shadows yearn. 
 
 No, not a rainbow ! though upon the tearful cloud it trace 
 Sweet messages of sparing love, of changeless truth and grace. 
 The daughter of its meekest hue I would my verse might prove, 
 The leaf- veiled violet that wins so many a childish love ; 
 For little hearts no wounding thorn or poison-cup to bear, 
 But pleasant fragrance and delight to greet them everywhere. 
 I grieve not though each blossom fall with swiftly ripening spring, 
 If o'er one eager face a smile of gladness it may fling. 
 
Miscellaneous, 
 
 
 No, not w fountain! though it seem to spread white angel-wings, 
 
 And soar aloft in spirit guise, no gentle help it brings ; 
 
 It lives for its own loveliness alone, then seeks once nc 
 
 The chilly bosom of the rock it slumbered in before. 
 
 Oh, be my verse a hidden stream which silently may flow 
 
 Where drooping leaf and thirsty flower in lonely valleys grow ; 
 
 Till, blending with the broad bright stream of sanctified 
 
 endeavour, 
 God's glory be its ocean home, the end it seeketh ever. 
 
 1S59. 
 
1 64 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
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 Z\)t ©to ana ti>e £cfo CEartfj. 
 
 WHEN the first bright dawn of a Sabbath day 
 O'er the purple hills of the far east gleamed ; 
 When in pristine loveliness Eden lay, 
 And the fairest spot of the fair earth seemed ; 
 When the first sweet lay of the nightingale 
 Rang in liquid music o'er every hill, 
 And the verdant waste of the new-formed vale 
 Heard the first wild song of the sparkling rill ; 
 When in first fresh beauty the young flowers stood, 
 And their leafy banners the trees unfurled j 
 When the Maker of all called it ' very good 3 ' — 
 I would I had seen our beautiful world. 
 
 When the dwelling bright of the Shining Ones, 
 The abode of Him who is Love and Light, 
 Heard the joyous song of God's holy sons, 
 As the new-born world met their ravished sight; 
 When the Morning Stars caught the cadence sweet, 
 And took up the strain of the heavenly song, 
 And each bright one joined from his glorious seat 
 In the chorus swelling so loud and long, 
 Praising Him who made by His mighty Word 
 The new earth in beauty and purity ; — 
 I would that the echo I mijiht have heard 
 Of their thrilling celestial melody. 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 .65 
 
 When in Eden's lovely and thornlcss bowers, 
 All unstained by sin, our first parents dwelt; 
 When on wings of joy flew their sunny hours, 
 And the touch of sorrow they had not felt; 
 When their sole companions were seraphs bright, 
 And their sweetest music the angels' lays ; 
 When a gleam of heaven's own glorious light 
 Might often meet their enraptured gaze ; 
 When while dwelling here Love was still their guide, 
 And the dreaded angel Death did not wait 
 To unlock for them heaven's portals wide ; — 
 I would I had shared in their blissful state. 
 
 But the time will come, when, all purified 
 From its ev'ry spot by a fiery flood, 
 Our earth shall hear, as recedes the tide, 
 Once again the words, ' It is very good ; ' 
 When the song of the stars shall be heard again 
 O'er their sister joying, the holy earth ; 
 When the purest love shall for ever reign, 
 And immortal joys have their blissful birth ; — 
 There shall be no sorrow and no more sin, 
 Pain shall pass away, Death himself shall die, 
 To that fairer Eden may we go in, 
 And entering, dwell there eternally. 
 
 January 6, 1854. 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
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 ©to 
 
 On the arrival of H R.H. the Prince Regent, with the Allied Sovereigns the Emperor of 
 Russia and the King of Prussia, at Oxford, June 14, 1814. 
 
 They come ! they come ! the illustrious Sovereigns come ! 
 Loud let the song of triumph roll around ; 
 Let grand and rapturous notes shake every dome, 
 And the wide world the sacred song resound. 
 They live ! they come ! with Peace and Victory crowned ! 
 Tell it, Oxonia, even to worlds afar ; 
 Blood-royal Chiefs now tread thy hallowed ground, 
 And with the well-earned laurels of the war 
 Thy classic honours claim, to deck the imperial car ! 
 
 Begin, ye bards ! the harmonious rites begin ! 
 To loftiest song the swelling soul high raise ; 
 Tunc all your powers, exulting strike each string, 
 With earth and heaven sing Liberty ! Peace ! Praise ! 
 Chant Victor's glorious song, from far arouse 
 The sluggish nations by the arch-tramp of Fame, 
 To view the meed of triumph crown the brows 
 Of Sovereigns peerless in their deeds, who claim 
 More than this nether world can give, or think, or name ! 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 16: 
 
 Fair Albion raises her once drooping head, 
 Ami stateliest look of smiling power puts on ; 
 And while she sheds a tear for Heroes dead, 
 Exults to see her heaven-raised Kegent-son. 
 Our sea-girt Isle hymns Alexander's praise, 
 And Frederick's virtues charm with power supreme 
 To sing their honours due in equal lays 
 Demands the voice and fire of seraphim, 
 quill from angel's wing to pen the illustrious theme. 
 
 Far fiercer, far, than all the powers of song, 
 The birds of war, on iron wings, amain, 
 Bore the big-battling thunder wide along, 
 Through carnaged Europe, and o'er hills of slain. 
 But they who braved the war, unchained a world, 
 Closed tyranny on Elba's atom-isle, 
 Shall hear in deathless odes their praises told, 
 While wondering nations on their virtues smile, 
 And Victory and Peace crown all their princely toil. 
 
 Yes ! heaven-born Peace resumes her halcyon sway, 
 And downward hastes with blessings from the skies, 
 Opes on the earth the dawn of blissful day, 
 And cheers with prospects bright our war-sick eyes. 
 Here may she dwell, and unmolested reign, 
 Bid jarring kingdoms to her sceptre bend ; 
 Xe'er may she w r ing her way to heaven again, 
 But o'er our globe her healing -wings extend, 
 And make it her abode through aires without end ! 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 But know, the King of kings our praise demands, 
 His arm outstretched fought with our bannered hosts; 
 He calmed the rage of war. at His commands 
 Victorious Peace encircled Europe's coasts ! 
 'These are His glorious works,' not ours alone; 
 His be the greatness, His the majesty ! 
 Let kings and subjects bow before His throne, 
 And willing, worship Heaven's dread sovereignty, 
 
 Which gave us 
 
 rood-willed Peace and lasting Liberty 
 
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Miscellaneous 
 
 169 
 
 ftfje i^c&Dfouutilantrrr's petition* 
 
 EAR, Britain ! hear thou the plaint of thy children, 
 Lodged in the land which thy mariners found ; 
 
 Far from thy bosom, on coasts all bewildering. 
 Toil we with nets o'er the bank or the sound. 
 
 flina; their shade o'er 
 
 our 
 
 Dark - waving pines 
 fountains, 
 
 Error's black wing from our souls hides the light ; 
 Bleakly the snow-storm envelopes our mountains ; 
 
 Oh ! be our sunbeam all kindly and bright ! 
 
 Kind hast thou been ! for maternal affection 
 Oft for our solace her warm breast has riven, 
 
 But freely give us, of gifts the perfection, 
 
 Knowledge to teach us the pathway to heaven. 
 
 Send us the fragments that fall from the table 
 Round which thy home-born are bounteously fed ; 
 
 Send us the manna of Him who is able 
 
 To nourish and save us ' as life from the dead ! ' 
 
 Speak but the word ! and a throng will be zealous 
 Quickly to launch on the wreck-covered deep ; 
 
 Heralds of mercy ! ' come over ' and tell us 
 Tidings of joy, in the land where we weep. 
 
Miscellaneous. 
 
 
 Thus, though the pine-tree fringe darkly our fountains, 
 Light, saving light, shall e'er beam from above ; 
 
 Coldly the snow-storm may shroud all our mountains, 
 Warm shall our hearts be with heavenly love. 
 
 Then, Britain, hear thou the cry of thy children, 
 Lodged in the land which thy mariners found ; 
 
 Gladdened by thee shall our coasts, though bewildering, 
 Loudly with songs to the Saviour resound ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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Miscellaneous. 
 
 71 
 
 
 
 Cecilia fgafargaL 
 
 C iirist hath called thee, Christ hath blest, 
 
 E verlasting life is thine \ 
 
 C losely cleaving, thou shalt rest 
 
 I n His glorious love divine. 
 
 L et Him teach thee what He will, 
 
 I n thee day by day fulfil 
 
 A 11 His sweet and blessed will. 
 
 H e is come to claim His throne, 
 A nd thy life is all His own ; 
 V oices of this passing earth, 
 E choes of its praise or mirth, 
 R each not, when the heart hath heard 
 G olden music of His word. 
 : A 11 for Jesus ' henceforth be ! 
 L ive for Him who died for thee. 
 
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 ewtij ©abrrgal. 
 
 ARLY chastening, early blessing ! 
 D arkest cloud hath brightest bow ! 
 I n the night of pain distressing, 
 T hine hath been the joy to show 
 H ow God is a Sun and Shield. 
 
 H eir thou art by His good pleasure, 
 A 11 thy title Spirit-sealed ! 
 V iew thy grand and royal treasure- 
 E very gift in Love's full measure, 
 R iches of His grace, so great, 
 ix lory's far exceeding weight. — 
 A 11 in Christ for ever thine ! 
 ght and Life and Love Divine ! 
 
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 F RANCIE, may thy childhood be 
 
 Asa blossom-laden tree, 
 
 S howing promise full and free. 
 
 W illie, be thy life a song, 
 
 H oly, happy, sweet, and long, 
 
 S welling through a world of wrong. 
 
 A lfred, be a fragrant flower, 
 H ailing either sun or shower, 
 S weetest in its fading hour. 
 
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 A lice, in thy baby measure, 
 
 E ver be thy parents' treasure, 
 
 S howerin^ golden love and pleasure.^) 
 
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 Miscellaneous. 
 
 jfor ifiiss Sara!} Strutting, 
 
 j aduuiSuij A>9AT?aq s*i pu > S the blithe and busy bee 
 'A}LmcI ssa[ui^s s;i 9^i tr 1 oves to sip the honied flower, 
 isaod jo SI8AY0U mot owe each pen as choice as she, 
 i bmoiS *i bb Simteoapu cj nlocking with simplicity 
 '3so.is t uo.TT3iisP8Avs h^tou} *iraiB ^« g any » fair and balmy flower. 
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 Co 3oljn Sail S&ato. 
 
 •J9JUO0 8ot?j§ joj 9ouj2 ip?i{ ^ 0NS wno fathers gladden, 
 
 inoiA-Bg 9i{; si ouav 9 K onours shall receive ; 
 
 i J9i[ mOAtfj oipv [i > 11 who mothers sadden, 
 
 moAVj o; saAO| raopsi ^ ill be sure to grieve. 
 
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 W. H. H. 
 
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Miscellaneous, 
 
 75 
 
 Co fHiss Caroline Kmgscotc. 
 
 i. 
 
 >[.)OlU 
 
 puu o>[i[p[ii[D oqi ioj ;da ^ ixd are thy gifts ! and welcome 
 
 *4i.i.mi B^8LiqQ jo as showers 
 
 oqoj oq; 'ajiXJ ^saq s<quAoq9 m \ 
 
 ;iJ9i[ui X|avo[ V opening spring to the delicate 
 
 9qi }nq '}iU9q ui Ayoj oq; ;o ^ j flowers, 
 
 I iukU uiua A\ri qmo 
 pin? ; p[.ioav ssaripjOAV 'oS 'o Q rowing most sweet by thy 
 
 *5[38qo pnoid s;i home's lovely bowers ; 
 
 a^ni^ noos p[noAV gureqs A\dm yi o think my darlings and I. 
 
 '9insB9tu ^dui9 xuvo 
 six 99s p|.ioav 9q; ^nq pmo q ould you but see their hearts in 
 
 their faces, 
 i 9jusl'9ji ^pasim / O r witness their glee and their 
 Tm[; JL'9p 9jotii raopsiAV J artless grimaces, 
 
 ( H would gladden thy spirit when 
 '9jusi?9|d s,Ajio it retraces 
 
 -qduns c^ox Aqi 9q <u9qi 'j9a H ven days that smiled once and 
 
 w ent by. 
 •II 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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(Enigma. 
 
 THE BIRTH AND ADVENTURES 
 OF A TRAVELLER. 
 
 I WAS a first-born son, 
 Born on a New Year's day, 
 I was my Father's readiest son 
 His mandate to obey. 
 
 While yet in infancy, 
 All tender and untaught, 
 He sent me forth a scene to see 
 With dismal horror fraught. 
 
 I soon became a man ; 
 And wonder even now, 
 That ere I learned to walk, I ran, 
 Though no one showed me how 
 
 My Father destined me 
 To be a traveller, 
 But I became immediately 
 A great philosopher. 
 
 He gave, forsooth, another son 
 My name and quality, 
 And other offspring one by one 
 Were soon called after ; me. 
 
So 
 
 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 Still at each earliest morn 
 I sped me on my way, 
 Wherever sinful man was born, 
 Wherever there was day. 
 
 I travelled fast and far, 
 Without impediment ; 
 I went up to the morning star, 
 And ranged the firmament. 
 
 But though a traveller bright, 
 More than most travellers are, 
 I seemed to some a marvel quite 
 Surpassing them by far. 
 
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 Xo ear e'er heard me speak, 
 Xo eye saw me by night, 
 Yet I puzzled men by many a freak, 
 I were a sprite. 
 
 As though 
 
 I skated on the moon, 
 I danced upon the sun, 
 I strode the rainbow for a boon 
 To get the work well done. 
 
 Some called me strange and cold, 
 Some called me warm and weak, 
 While some declare I'm made of gold, 
 Or still of silver speak. 
 
 But be I what I may, 
 The good and wise love me, 
 And tens of thousands every day 
 Lone: much my face to see. 
 
Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 1S1 
 
 All sinners bear me hate. 
 They take me for their foe ; 
 Though Lucifer was once my mate, 
 He dreads me now, I trow. 
 
 Who then am I 1 come say ! 
 I love each godly friend, 
 And hope with you to spend a day 
 "Which is to know no end ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 
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 (Enigma fio, I, 
 
 An army of Cyclops, fair reader, arc we, 
 Yet your servants especially ought we to be ; 
 The outposts of England, 'mid ocean's roar, 
 We have stood since the deluge, and perhaps 
 before. 
 
 From Parry, and Cook, and Columbus too, 
 A vote of thanks to ourselves is due j 
 But to Solomon's ships, when to Ophir sent, 
 Our aid, not asked, was of course not lent. 
 
 To Matilda of Flanders' assistance we came, 
 When she toiled to emblazon the Conqueror's 
 
 fame; 
 And the lasting memorials we are seen, 
 In a summer clime, of a swarthier queen. 
 
 The records of ancient days we bear, 
 And Time to erase us doth not dare, 
 Yet the poorest girl in our native land 
 Hath held us fast in her weary hand. 
 
 We steadily turn from the tropical glow 
 To the dreary regions of ice and snow, 
 For we're firmly bound with a magic spell, 
 Which none may loose, or its meaning tell. 
 
 Woe to the man who hath dared to wed 
 A woman who us and our "woe hath fled ! 
 If you find us out, you may claim to be 
 As bright and as sharp as ever are we ! 
 
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Enigmas and Charades. 
 
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 (ffifnipta jjo, 2, 
 
 A WHIMSICAL set we must often seem, 
 Of crochets as full as an organist's dream ; 
 If we were abolished, there'd straightway be 
 A piscatorian jubilee. 
 1 We are frequently clothed in as snowy array 
 As a maiden fair on her bridal day ; 
 Yet we're often black as the blackest night, 
 E'en when we're lauding the soft moonlight. 
 The depths of the ocean we faithfully show, 
 On us hundreds of miles you may swiftly go ; 
 We measure the distance from place to place, 
 And encircle the globe in our wide embrace. 
 Woe, woe to the soldier who dares to fly 
 From us when the hour of battle is nigh ! 
 Yet the gardener himself, in his peaceful trade. 
 For planting his cabbages needs our aid. 
 If a lady endeavours her age to hide, 
 We ruthlessly publish it far and wide 
 Wherever she ventures to show her head ; 
 Yet in us her destiny oft is read. 
 In the heart of a friend, long, long forsaken 
 V^i ~ A few of ourselves may deep gladness awaken, 
 Yet ours is a many-stringed, changeful lyre, 
 For dismay and despair we may often inspire. 
 We're essential to poets, to artists, musicians, 
 To all washerwomen and mathematicians ; 
 It required a Euclid to tell what we be, 
 Yet ns at this moment, fair reader, you see, 
 
 1858. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 AM a native of many a land. 
 Of Norway's forests, of India's strand ; 
 And beautiful England's smiles and tears 
 Have ripened and watered my early years. 
 I am found near the lowliest cottage fire, 
 I And I dwell in the solemn cathedral choir ; 
 The royal hall I am sure to grace, 
 And always in Parliament find a place ; 
 Around me oft gather the great of the land. 
 In front of the Queen I audaciously stand : 
 And Arthur himself, in days of yore, 
 Owed half his renown to me or more. 
 As a quadruped oftenest I have been, 
 One-legged or three-footed or legless I'm seen. 
 The schoolboy I help through his hard calculation, 
 When working a question in multiplication. 
 Since the era of Moses (who, truth to speak. 
 In a manner unfitting his character meek, 
 Most shamefully used me), till quite of late, 
 I've always been sober, and still, and sedate ; 
 But now I am playing such wondrous vagaries, 
 That whether Beelzebub, witches, or fairies, 
 Electric attraction, or galvanic power, 
 Have thus turned my head, up to this present hour, 
 The wisest and cleverest brains of the day. 
 Quite out of their depth, are unable to say. 
 
 
 
Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 8S 
 
 In olden days, to my care were confided 
 
 The laws by which nionarchs and subjects were 
 
 guided ; 
 The records of feats of chivalry, 
 Or of deeds of blood, were preserved by me j 
 But now, having leaves, though, alas! no flower, 
 I bear what must pass in a single hour. 
 
 (Enigma $o, 
 
 £-3F a useful 
 
 part 
 
 ichole I'm the most usefu 
 I've a good circulation, for I've a heart ; 
 I have two or three garments or outer clothes ; 
 I am closely allied to a lip and nose • 
 Rags and parchments and jewels rare, 
 Rubbish and treasures, within me I bear ; 
 The tiniest leaf I produce I can nip 
 With a dexterous finger and thumb at my tip : 
 Though I'm often as tall as a spire to view, 
 If you travel far I accompany you ; 
 I am the Indian's light canoe ; 
 To puzzle you more, I'm an aqueduct too ; 
 I'm part of a garment of olden time, 
 And part of a beast of a southern clime ; 
 And finally, now, to crown the whole, 
 I am your body, but not your soul ! 
 
1 86 
 
 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 %f^i 
 
 Cnigma £lo, 5. 
 
 A TERM for autumn leaves, when all their lovely tints are fled ; 
 A mountain in Arabia, lifting high its rocky head ; 
 What witches and astrologers pretend they truly are ; 
 A state from which I greatly hope your conscience still is far : 
 Those four are all alike, you'll see, in mere pronunciation, 
 But diverse in orthography and in signification. 
 Transpose the second, you will gain the title of a king, 
 And what you would be sure to do if he should enter in ; 
 Transpose the fourth, you'll see at once how ancient warriors 
 
 treated 
 The cities of the enemy, with passion overheated ; 
 Transpose the third, and lo ! the first will straightway be 
 
 revealed : 
 Xow, reader, I shall like to see this mystery unsealed. 
 
 1S5S. 
 
 
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Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 87 
 
 enigma flo. 6. 
 
 Seventeen hundred and sixty yards, 
 
 A maiden's name and a term at cards, 
 
 A halting leg, something stronger than beer, 
 
 A river to many a student dear, 
 
 A fragrant tree, and a foreign fruit, 
 
 A government coach on a postal route, 
 
 Honiton, Brussels, or Valenciennes, 
 
 A spice preceding bishops and deans, 
 
 A sin of the tongue, and the stronger sex, 
 
 The state of the sea when no tempests vex, 
 
 What you look for three or four times a day, 
 
 What the Prince of Wales to the crown will lay, 
 
 Three Scriptures names, and a region wide, 
 
 What an archer takes his shaft to guide : 
 
 With six little letters all these are framed ; 
 
 When each you have duly and rightly named, 
 
 They form what I hope you will never dare 
 
 Against friend or foe in your heart to bear. 
 
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 (Enigma fio. 7* 
 
 
 If you get into me, I have no sort of doubt 
 But that you will endeavour forthwith to get out 
 Behead me, and then I'm the lone widow's weeds 
 Behead me again, and I'm tiny round seeds ; 
 Repeat yet again the above operation, 
 And I am renowned for my quick imitation, 
 My mischievous habits, and horrid grimaces, 
 You're myself, if you practise unnatural graces. 
 
i8S 
 
 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 enigma £o. 8, 
 
 HAT was 1 1 Such a clever friar, 
 
 I barely 'scaped the witches' pyre ; 
 
 Yet doth philosophy in me 
 
 One of her bright admirers see ; 
 
 And forms of classic beauty grew 
 
 Beneath my hand to nature true ; 
 
 Each wondrous magic lantern show 
 
 To me the happy children owe ; 
 
 With Schwartz contesting, I should mention 
 
 The honour of his great invention. 
 
 What am I ? What you may despise, 
 
 For I am little more than grease, 
 
 And yet I am an annual prize 
 
 For matrimonial love and peace. 
 
 In every scrape or awkward plight 
 
 I hope to save me you'll be able. 
 
 1 am the ploughboy's great delight, 
 
 And often grace his Sunday table. 
 
 From dreams of mire and sweet repose 
 
 To streaky excellence I rose ; 
 
 And, following still the chimney sweep, 
 
 I learned to smoke instead of sleep. 
 
 1858. 
 
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Enigmas ami Charades, 
 
 [89 
 
 (Enigma $0. 9< 
 
 In fiery caverns was my glowing birth, 
 
 The great laboratories of the earth ; 
 
 Thence issuing, with devastating power. 
 
 Entombing cities in a single hour ; 
 
 The vineyards of bright Sicily have been 
 
 Of my o'erwhelming might too oft the dreary scene. 
 
 Yet I encircle many a fair white arm, 
 Or holding ink and pens give no alarm ; 
 Though none may stay my incandescent course 
 TiU Xeptune doth oppose his briny force. 
 Mysterious child of subterranean fires, 
 Strange relics I preserve of fair Italia's sires. 
 
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 Enigmas and CJiarades. 
 
 (Enigma flo* 10. 
 
 
 royal sun with his orbed flame 
 
 o ( ^o / To be myself I modestly claim ; 
 
 : ^v£; And yet, though strange, it is perfectly true, 
 
 C^O"^ I am at this moment within your shoe. 
 Have you a delicate hand to show 1 
 ^c^_ Its symmetry partly to me you owe ; 
 
 And I cannot think how you can possibly see 
 
 If deprived in another part of me. 
 
 The ancient dame, with hei spectacled nose. 
 
 By my strange contortions I often pose, 
 
 As I glide away from her busy hand 
 
 To rejoice the juvenile feline band. 
 
 I am a being of direful power, 
 
 And many I haste to their last dread hour : 
 
 Yet the tiny child on his feeble feet 
 
 Is gladdened and charmed by my motions fleet. 
 
 I am said to whistle, though not to sing ; 
 
 Merriment often to hundreds I bring. 
 
Enigmas ami Charades. 
 
 191 
 
 On due inquiry, 1 think you will find 
 
 That twenty people in me have dined ; 
 Yet when at dinner you take your seat, 
 I'm sometimes the very first thing you eat. 
 Who patronize me 1 — The college youth, 
 Loving me better than books, in truth ; 
 The friends of science, the friends of strife, 
 The duellist seeking his fellow's life, 
 Of sharpers and blacklegs not a few, 
 Equine doctors frequently too, 
 The conjuror showing his skilful tricks, 
 In the list the graceful and fair we mix ; 
 And last, not least, our gracious Queen 
 My patroness certainly ever hath been, 
 
 1861, 
 
IQ2 
 
 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 I AM a reward, and a punishment too, 
 
 What you may give, and what you may do ; 
 
 Animal, mineral, both I may be, 
 
 Vegetable oftenest perhaps of the three. 
 
 Once, I know, as the story goes, 
 
 I was the cause of a bridegroom's woes ; 
 
 But often since I have dimmed the life 
 
 Of a wearily-sighing neglected wife. 
 
 Never a court without me was seen, 
 
 Never a vestry either, I ween, 
 
 Never a coach, and never a train, 
 
 Tho' sometimes a hindrance the latter to gain. 
 
 Famous I am for a long dark way, 
 
 Dismal as night in the brightest day. 
 
 From the depths of my bosom may rise and float 
 
 Many a soft and melodious note. 
 
 Why should ye marvel % The rich and fair 
 
 The gay and gorgeous are often there. 
 
 Wherever the sweetest of sounds goes forth 
 
 Through the radiant south or the dreary north, 
 
 A tale of me will be surely told, 
 
 Or false were the words of a prophecy old. 
 
Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 A little one longs to begin to do good. 
 I sometimes help it, and always could ; 
 
 Yet the hardened man and the cruel boy 
 May find in me a savage joy. 
 Give me, and oh, what a monster you'll he ! 
 Refuse me, ' Was e'er such a niggard as he i ' 
 Hire me, then you are rich, I conclude ; 
 Mount me, and then you may view and be viewed 
 Open me, perhaps you are even a thief. 
 Perhaps 'twas by way of consoling your grief ; 
 Plant me, I see you are neat in your taste : 
 Enter me, — nervousness, flurry, and haste 
 Won't at all suit, so I pray you take heed. 
 Or counsel will into me put you indeed. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 Cnfgma jjio, 12« 
 
 IVES there a poet, old or young, 
 Who has not sung my praise % 
 For ever silent be his tongue, 
 Forgotten be his lays ! 
 
 I have a father dark and stern, 
 - A daughter bright and gay j 
 I weep upon his funeral urn, 
 I die beneath her sway. 
 
 And yet that father binds me fast, 
 Hushing my low sweet voice ; 
 
 That daughter sets me free at last 
 And bids me still rejoice. 
 
 Deceitful I am said to be, 
 
 A thing of treacherous smiles, 
 
 And many meet their end in me, 
 Wreck'd by my sunny wiles. 
 
 Yet health and cure 'tis mine to srive 
 
 To many a sickly frame ; 
 An antelope of Africa 
 
 Usurps my well-known name. 
 
Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 195 
 
 I'm born beneath the cold hard ground, 
 
 Set life and joy I bring, 
 With song and mirth to all around. 
 Upon my emerald wing. 
 
 1 help to measure Time's swift flight, 
 
 Tide has to do with me ; 
 In guns and traps behold my might \ 
 
 say, what can I be 1 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
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 Enigma flo. 13. 
 
 That I'm very well known to all metaphysicians 'tis true, 
 Whose brains I attempted to clear, being one of the crew ; 
 A secret of wonderful power in me was concealed, 
 Which firstly by love, but by treachery next was revetiled ; 
 I never am mentioned as living, though oft in the city. 
 When said to be dead, much impatience I rouse, but no pity , 
 To some navigation I lend indispensable hand, 
 Yet I'm not of the slightest utility saving inland. 
 I frequently act as a guardian, though I must own 
 My wards to attain their majority never were known : 
 The brow of the maiden to me owes the half of its charms. 
 And yet, strange to say, I'm a part of death-dealing firearms. 
 I've a slim coadjutor, who with me my secret possesses. 
 My master he isj for he knows all my inmost recesses ; 
 My safety and faithfulness vanish if once one can gain him. 
 Yet I'm perfectly useless without him, so prithee retain him. 
 The apple Eve gathered was never supposed to be me, 
 And yet if you pick me, beware of the powers that be. 
 By a figure of speech I'm said to be silver or golden, 
 Though to metals far baser I really am much more beholden. 
 Of loved ones far distant I'm often the fondly kept token. 
 Memorial and echo of harpstrings which death had long broken. 
 
 
Enigmas and charades. 
 
 97 
 
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 (Snigma 0o« 14. 
 
 I MAY be tall, and slender, and round, 
 
 Or perfectly square, and as flat as the ground ; 
 
 Xo edifice ever without me is raised, 
 
 And yet, when 'tis finished, I never am praised. 
 
 The bears themselves, with a grim delight, 
 Hail me as an old acquaintance quite ; 
 And a smaller quadruped lays its claim 
 With a feline addition to bear my name. 
 
 Glows there a heart in the English breast 
 Which beats for the injured and long oppress'd ? 
 At the thought of me it will rise and swell, 
 For each free-soul'd patriot knows me well. 
 
 Where may you find me ? — In sunny Kent, 
 Where the hop-pickers sing, while on labour intent 
 Or in realms of ice and eternal snow, 
 'Xeath the gorgeous aurora's crimson glow. 
 
 In celestial regions I'm certainly found, 
 And wherever on earth there's an acre of ground ; 
 Where his lordship's chariot proudly speeds, 
 I ever am close to the high-bred steeds. 
 
198 
 
 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 1 have stood very near to the triple crown, 
 Yet I'm seen in the back streets of every town ; 
 On the festal day of a short-lived queen 
 The chief attraction I've ever been. 
 
 Attraction, said I I You little know 
 How much to my power of attraction you owe ! — 
 All the gold, and the pearls, the silk, sugar, and tea, 
 That are borne to your homes o'er the pathless sea. 
 
 I may quietly stand by your drawing-room fire, 
 Bearing a comfort you often desire j 
 Or stretch my bold arm o'er the surging wave, 
 Some wretch from its billowy depths to save. 
 
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 enigma |io. 15. 
 
 WHERE will ye seek me 1 The Andes river, 
 
 Silently grand beneath tropical skies ; 
 
 And far Himalaya's crowns of snow 
 
 Gleam o'er the burning plains below : 
 
 I dwell with each, for the mountain air 
 
 Certainly suits me everywhere. 
 
 Know ye the silent and death-like realm, 
 
 Where winter hath donn'd his glassy helm, 
 
 And conquering rules o'er land and sea 1 
 
 Beneath his throne is the home for me. 
 
 Ye may seek in the gay and brilliant throng, 
 
 Where the hours fleet by in dance and song ; 
 
 There, martyr-like, I'm sure to be, 
 
 Though to venture there may be death to me 
 
 Yet I'm never afraid of catching cold 
 
 (Like some young ladies), however bold. 
 
 Tis a wonder my mother should let me go, 
 
 But she is remarkably yielding, I know ; 
 
 And many who tried us both can say, 
 
 She yields directly when I give way. 
 
 My character's quite the more solid, I state, 
 
 But she is a person of greater weight. 
 
 Though never convicted of any crime, 
 
 'Tis perfectly true that, for months at a time, 
 
 I am starved in a dungeon all damp and bare, 
 
 With hardly the half of a prisoner's fare. 
 
 I'm rather a traveller, I may tell, 
 
 And know the Atlantic routes quite well ; 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 Sometimes on my own account I go, 
 
 Sometimes whether I will or no. 
 
 When will ye seek mel The sultry glow 
 
 Of a summer noon is the time, I trow, 
 
 "When the burning pavement and dusty street 
 
 Make you long for a rest for your aching feet. 
 
 I have done in my time some wonderful things; 
 
 Have been made the dwelling-place of kings ; 
 
 Have baffled the general's proud careering ; 
 
 Have outdone Stephenson's engineering. 
 
 I nevertheless can condescend 
 
 To Monsieur Soyer my aid to lend ; 
 
 Or, better still, can bring mirth and joy 
 
 To the heart of the sturdy village boy. 
 
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 (Enigma f)o. 16. 
 
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 PRIMEVAL woods my parents' birth 
 Beheld, where no loud axe was heard, 
 Where through a solitary earth 
 , ^-- No voice the leafy echoes stirred ; 
 But I was born in gloominess profound, 
 In sable swaddling clothes the child of 
 
 [bound- 
 
 light was 
 
 F7? 
 
 Released at length by human skill 
 
 From long confinement, forth I sped, 
 
 And in each city's highway still 
 
 I linger far beneath your tread ; 
 Though there are times when, grovelling thus no more, 
 Beyond the clouds of earth, a prisoner still, I soar. 
 
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 No eye my subtle form may see, 
 
 Till, coming forth to light, 
 
 A slow consumption waste th me 
 
 In man's unpitying sight. 
 Yet when from durance vile I swift escape, 
 All feel my baleful presence, though none see my shape. 
 
 I smile upon the giddy scene 
 
 Of mirth and revelry and song, 
 
 Yet in the sacred courts have been 
 
 Devotion's handmaid long ; 
 With darkness waging constant strife and sure, 
 I ever shun the day-beams, though so bright and pure. 
 
 Though none have ever heard my voice, 
 
 Yet words of gladness traced in me 
 
 Have bid full many a heart rejoice, 
 
 When England's flagj waved hidi and free. 
 And with the song of victory sweetly blended 
 The full deep hymn of praise that war's dark storm was ended. 
 
 
 
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 (Enigma flo. 17. 
 
 I AM the child of the brightest thing 
 
 "Which may gladden mortal eyes, 
 Yet the silent sweep of my dusky wing 
 Over my mother may dimness fling, 
 And smiling she faints and dies. 
 
 I move, I dance, I fall, I fly, 
 
 Yet anon I may calmly sleep ; 
 I mark the bright-winged hours flit by, 
 Your ingenuity perhaps I try ; 
 I am long, or short, or deep. 
 
 
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 I have been hailed as a boon untold, 
 Or dreaded and shunned ere now ; 
 The earth in my wide embrace I fold, 
 The mountain regions are my stronghold. 
 Yet I steadily follow the plough. 
 
 I may rest awhile in the minster pile, 
 
 Or beneath the old oak tree ; 
 Often with trackless step I pass 
 O'er the whispering corn and the waving grass, 
 
 Or tread the chanceful sea. 
 
 All the day through I follow you, 
 Yet beware how you follow me ; 
 For each child of man I may oft beguile, 
 And cloud the light of his sunniest smile, 
 Till for ever away I flee. 
 
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 (Enigma $cu 18, 
 
 Ye have seen me in the skies, 
 Yet beneath the ground I rise ; 
 Sometimes far above your head, 
 Sometimes deep below your tread. 
 
 Where the forest boughs entwine, 
 Baffling still the gay sunshine, 
 ,Gaze aloft, and you will see 
 In myself their tracery. 
 
 Laughing eye and dimpling smile 
 May be even me awhile ; 
 Playful words, like javelins thrown, 
 As myself you often own. 
 
 Many a sunny stream ye trace, 
 Rippling in my calm embrace ; 
 Still I watch the secret shrine 
 Of the rich and ruddy wine. 
 
 Nave, and choir, and aisle, I trow. 
 All to me their glories owe ; 
 Even a seraph form by me, 
 Greater, fairer yet may be. 
 
 Many a loved one may be laid 
 In my sadly solemn shade ; 
 On your brow I now may dwell, 
 While your lips my name will tell. 
 
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 Say, know ye not the pilgrim band, 
 
 Who wander far and wide, 
 And greeting find in every land, 
 
 Wherever they abide % 
 
 They meet full many a friend, I wot, 
 Who fain would have them stay ; 
 
 To such they cling, and leave them not, 
 Yet still go on their way. 
 
 Each bears a staff, and often twain, 
 And need they many a rest; 
 
 The oldest oft seems young again, 
 And perhaps we love them best. 
 
 They speak a language passing sweet, 
 With heart-lore richly fraught ; 
 
 But oh ! to some they daily meet 
 Their eloquence is nought. 
 
 Yet strange the laws their speech obeys,- 
 
 Who drink its mystic tone, 
 May find within each simplest phrase 
 
 A meaning all their own. 
 
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 Some deem they tell of long past years, 
 When they were girla and boys; 
 
 Some only hear of bygone tears, 
 And some of present joys. 
 
 Some hear them speak of One who sent 
 That welcome pilgrim band, 
 
 And bless the love that freely lent 
 Such boon to every land. 
 
 enigma £0. 20, 
 
 HAUGHTY Thebes ! in shadowy days of yore, 
 Where history faintly blends with mythologic 
 
 lore, 
 I was thy hidden terror, yet revealed, 
 I traced a stain of woe upon thy glittering shield. 
 
 Fair Palestine ! I was put forth in thee 
 Amid a scene of gay festivity ; 
 Yet brought by me, a sullen frown, I ween, 
 "Was on the brow of my originator seen. 
 
 ; Tis mine to give thee strange and needless toil, 
 For Gordian knots I weave in many a tangled coil : 
 I shun publicity, for I declare 
 That if you speak my name, I vanish into air. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 (Enigma 0o. 2L 
 
 K HOUGH constantly we're in the mire, 
 YVe shine and sparkle with our fire ; 
 Part of the verb ' to speak ' we need, 
 And yet no words from us proceed. 
 
 <t-T The annals of the Inquisition 
 ' Reveal too well our awful mission ; 
 In what they call the ' good old days,' 
 Our patronesses won high praise. 
 It is our business to convey 
 Men, beasts, and chattels day by day ; 
 You often bear us near your heart, 
 And would be loth from us to part. 
 Though never weary with our speed. 
 Full often we are tired indeed ; 
 A tribe of insects, most minute, 
 Eeceive from us a name to suit. 
 Long since we used to condescend 
 Our aid in cookery to lend. 
 We guide the vessel in its course, 
 And multiply your puny force. 
 
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 (Enigma $o. 22. 
 
 I AM a word so self-contained, 
 
 That out of me none else is framed ; 
 
 And yet I wear a double face, 
 
 For I the good and bad embrace ; 
 
 Indeed, both good and bad I'm called, 
 
 Though sometimes breathed and sometimes howled ; 
 
 But irood folk do at times refuse 
 
 My very name at all to use ; 
 
 My very being they dispute, 
 
 And bid all tongues for me be mute ; 
 
 They say I'm not a Bible word, 
 
 Though oft at church I'm seen and heard. 
 
 So, if the pious me refuse, 
 
 The parsons can't themselves excuse ; 
 
 I wish, then, you may prove my power, 
 
 In my best phase some happy hour. 
 
 W. H. II. 
 
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 ffintflma #o, 23, 
 
 A MUSICAL ' MULTUM EX PARVO,' OR GAMBOLS 1 WITH 
 THE GAMUT. 
 
 I. A List 2 of Old Songs. 
 1. Canons for Young Ladies. 
 
 Blooming Virgins 
 
 Wise men flatteriiu 
 
 A tit alia. 
 
 Judas Maccabceus. 
 
 2. The Schoolmaster's alias the Musk Master's Lament:'' 
 
 1—Dri/den's Ode. 
 
 But oh. what art can teacl 
 
 8. Cotton's* subject, 5 and Father Matthew's answer* 
 What's sweeter than the S^E Joseph. 
 
 Water parted" from the rfh-^- D r * 4 me. 
 
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 II. A Ground 8 for Gratitude in Rhyme. 
 
 You may be 
 
 : or 
 
 Or very j§=*E^ E in E^E ^_z 
 You may be 2 
 
 ^ -^-• LJ=q= Or 
 
 With aching jfc- j~»~ 
 
 Still you are ^ _jr j=^ 
 
 r or S : 
 — 9 — 
 
 Kor with the V 
 
 -A— j- 
 
 In earth's deep 25=:?= 
 
 yet 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 Editor's Scholia. 
 1 The Viol di Gamba was formerly much used in the chapels of German princes. 
 - ' List ! alias Listen,' verb. A List subst., that which is listened to, Etymol. Nov. 
 
 3 A plaintive ditty. 
 
 4 A celebrated bee-fancier of Ch. Ch. Oxon. 
 B The theme or text of any movement. 
 
 6 The subordinate or corresponding phrase which follows. 
 
 7 Specimen of ' the wisdom of the ancients ' of the eighteenth century. Spring water, 
 alias rivers, flow from the sea ! 
 
 8 A composition of bass notes repeated to a continually varying melody. 
 
 9 The Germans call BJ7 h. Hence the celebrated Bach wrote a learned fugue on the 
 
 letters of his name 
 
 ll » Whether the Author intends this for the Jewish measure of three pints, and thence 
 a grave in which we are measured, or the modern vehicle in which we take a nap while 
 cabbed to our destination, perhaps the next century will be able to define. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 I AM in the Bible, but not in old Johnson, 
 
 You may know not my father, you knew not his son. 
 
 I am a true Christian, though I never was christened, 
 
 But I heard a high story, which for long I had listened. 
 
 I am not unacquainted with wedlock's high station, 
 
 And once I was used for divine revelation. 
 
 My name is most simple but strange, you will find, 
 
 Whether spelled from the front or spelled from behind, 
 
 It is of two syllables, with only two letters, 
 
 But sounds better by far than some of my betters. 
 
 I give you two articles, yet am but one, 
 
 And I sound you three names, all meaning but one. 
 
 Yea, twist me and turn me all ways as you please, 
 
 I'll come back to myself with positive ease. 
 
 If you like, call me saint, 
 
 For it will not be quaint, 
 
 But quick tell my name, 
 
 To save your own fame. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 
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 (Enigma #0. 25, 
 
 A ."man I am, a woman too, 
 
 A husband and a wife ; 
 As much a Gentile as a Jew, 
 
 Possessed of double life. 
 
 .is man or monarch, wife or queen, 
 None can with me compare ; 
 
 I lord it over all that's seen, 
 In sea, in earth, and air. 
 
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 And yet I died for love of wife, 
 Although she died before me, 
 
 But strange to say I gave her life, 
 While down to death she bore me. 
 
 But stranger still, though dead and gone, ( 
 
 I yet on earth am living ; 
 I pass my night without a dawn, 
 
 While bitterest trouble giving. 
 
 Though old, I goodness never learn, 
 But love whate'er is evil ; 
 
 To Christ and His with hate I burn, 
 And always aid the devil. 
 
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 In all good folk a foe I lie, 
 
 Though some count me a fiction ; 
 
 Still well I know I'm doomed to die, 
 And that by crucifixion. 
 
 I need not more now signify : 
 My name awaits your diction. 
 
 W. H. E. 
 
 
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 My//^ is a word essential to man, 
 
 My second is first in a list he must scan. 
 
 When my remainder is properly put on, 
 
 Your thinkings will turn to something of mutton. 
 
 Altogether I am a multiform creature, 
 
 And yet I sustain one distinguishing feature : 
 
 Sometimes Fm — — — 
 
 A check upon evil, a hindrance of good. 
 
 I'm. at home in the prison, the castle, the tavern, 
 
 The convent, the grave, the dungeon and cavern, 
 
 And yet I am honoured in Westminster Hall, 
 
 And hundreds are waiting to welcome my call. 
 
 The musician observes me, and bows to my sway, 
 
 And cannot without me well sing or well play : 
 
 I fasten your shutters, and break them to shivers, 
 
 I block up your highways, your harbours, your rivers. 
 
 I have my relations, a pretty large clan, 
 
 Xot at all are they bounded by woman or man, 
 
 For I've wedded a bird, a maiden, and seaport, 
 
 And persons and places do constantly me court; 
 
 They always, to honour me, place me before them, 
 
 And I in return do never ignore them. 
 
 In Scripture, apostles present you my name, 
 
 A very old man and some others the same ; 
 
 Yea, even to Jesus I'm nearly related, 
 
 'Tis solemn to say it, but so it is stated ; 
 
 Here then I cease, without further barring, 
 
 So tell out the riddle without further sparring. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 Enigmas ami Charades. 
 
 (Enigma $to, 27* 
 
 I GO with ships at sea, I haunt the forest glade, 
 
 The squatter dwells with me, Jove me a king once made. 
 
 Cut off my first, another king you'll make ; 
 
 Cut off my last, and lo, your ear will shake. 
 
 If then you turn this king right round, I trow 
 
 That when you turn away I also go. 
 
 Next lop my first and last, yet leave my middle : 
 
 Oh, spare poor little Nil, but solve this riddle ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 W'intf.rdyxe, March 20. 1S67. 
 
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 The veiling shades of night departed, 
 
 On Lebanon's heights was a rosy glow, 
 When ihe serried ranks of the Lion-hearted 
 
 Prepared for my first at the Moslem foe. 
 A voice was heard, like a clarion proud, 
 
 Forth, forth to battle, to glory go ! 
 To my lovely second x solemnly vowed 
 
 To crush the insolent Moslem foe 
 And forth they went, but the voice was stilled, 
 
 A stroke of my whole had laid him low ; 
 By other hands was the vow fulfilled, 
 
 For they tamed the pride of the Moslem foe. 
 
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 Y first gleams bright 'mid azure shields, 
 On rich emblazoned argent fields. 
 If you too often use my second, 
 An egotist you will be reckoned. 
 My third it is a battle-cry ; 
 And be it yours in every high 
 And good and noble end and aim, 
 As such it is the road to fame. 
 My belted whole you may descry 
 Illumining the southern sky. 
 
 Cfjaratie jio* X 
 
 FROM his rub) r pavilion Phoebus arose, 
 And looked down from his shining first, 
 
 And the earth at his glance, from her calm repose 
 Into beauty and gladness burst ; 
 
 But the clouds of sorrow he could not chase, 
 
 Nor the gleaming tears upon Katie's face. 
 
 On a merry ride to the busy town 
 
 In my first she too surely had reckoned, 
 
 Disappointed and angry she flung herself down 
 On my ivhole, but, alas ! in my second ; 
 
 So I told her, my second you never can be 
 
 While such haughty tempers so often I see. 
 
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Enigmas and Charades. 
 
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 Hurrah for merry England ! 
 
 For good Saint George, hurrah ! 
 For Richard of the Lion Heart, 
 
 The noble and the gay, 
 Returns from long captivity, 
 
 And 'tis a festal day. 
 
 With chivalry and minstrelsy 
 
 The hours shall speed along, 
 Where meet the beauteous and the brave, 
 
 The gentle and the strong. 
 (I would my first had gazed upon 
 
 The gladly loyal throng.) 
 
 The warriors of Palestine, 
 Who led my second well, 
 
 When on the ranks of Saladin 
 Like avalanche they fell, 
 
 Now in the tournament alone 
 A fancied foe repel. 
 
 The Saxon serf may lay aside 
 His clumsy third, I trow, 
 
 And leave it in the silent field, 
 With cool and sweatless brow ; 
 
 For what has he to do to-day 
 With weary spade and plough ] 
 
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 But who is he, the Saxon youth, 
 With royal Saxon bride, 
 
 Who Saracen and Templar hath 
 Successfully defied I 
 
 He is my famous whole, I ween, 
 The valiant and the tried. 
 
 Cfjaratie #0. 5, 
 
 Y second could never produce my first, 
 
 Though its opposite frequently may ; 
 'Tis a thing that's trampled upon and cursed. 
 So tell me its name, I pray. 
 
 In my whole both my second and first you would 
 \ With more of the latter than pleasant : 
 A treat I consider this latter to be, 
 
 Though, like all earthlv good, evanescent. 
 
 Above my second 'tis commonly borne, 
 
 Though carefully kept below it ; 
 Full many a home it has caused to mourn. 
 
 And the newspaper accidents show it. 
 
 When my second is looking its dullest and worst, 
 And my whole must be dreary indeed. 
 
 Like a hard-hearted tyrant comes forth my first, 
 With whom it were vain to plead. 
 
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 CJ}arat»e &o. 6. 
 
 Where the tall pine-forest made 
 Deepest, darkest, holiest shade, 
 Came Nesota, sorrow-laden, 
 She, the lovely Indian maiden. 
 Came, ere she had waited long, 
 Karanb, the swift, the strong ; 
 He, who bowed to nought beside, 
 Bent to her in lowly pride ; 
 Bent until his lofty brow, 
 Loftiest of the tribes around, 
 Touch'd the greensward, hallow'd now, 
 Where her first had kissed the ground. 
 
 ' Karano ! arise and fly ! 
 Hands of power and wrath are nigh : 
 From thy side shall I be driven, 
 Like a willow lightning-riven. 
 Karano, ere thou depart, 
 Lay this second on thy heart, 
 Token of Nesota's love, 
 From thy own, thy stricken dove.' 
 Trembling in his hand she laid 
 My shining second, then farewell ! 
 She is gone, through bush and bladi 
 Fleetly as a wild gazelle. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 Karano, the swift, the strong, 
 Baffles all pursuers long, 
 Till the moon is on the wane ; 
 Then a red deer they have slain. 
 To the treacherous banquet led, 
 When the new moon's feast is spread, 
 They have mingled in his bowl, 
 Secretly, my deadly whole. 
 Karand hath found repose 
 Where my ivhole doth darkly wave, 
 And the tall pine-forests close 
 O'er Nesota's quiet grave. 
 
 ichole, the poet of flood and fell, 
 Of valley and breezy hill, 
 pass'd from the scenes he loved so well, 
 ^ And none his place may fill. 
 • In his first, with their simple and childlike grace, 
 Of his second an index all may trace. 
 
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 ~§|Y tfijaratoe 0a. 8. 
 
 OON the hour of dawn shall pass, 
 Clear and loud the lark is singing ; 
 Swiftly through the waving grass 
 Now my bright-eyed first is springing. 
 
 Down the still and shadowy dale 
 Floats my second, sweetly telling, 
 ' Morning lifts her misty veil, 
 Spectral darkness soon dispelling.' 
 
 Far remote from beaten way, 
 Now my dewy whole is bending ; 
 And where summer breezes play, 
 Sweetness to their breath is lending. 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 
 Cfjarato #o. 9, 
 
 Distant from the noisy town 
 Sits my first and Taeatf alone, 
 In my ivy-wreathen ichole, 
 Loved and bless'd by many a soul. 
 
 More than on my first, I ween. 
 With his brethren he hath been ; 
 But my third hath touch'd his brow. 
 And he waits in silence now ; 
 
 Hoping soon to see the day 
 When his second, far away, 
 May replace his trembling voice, 
 This shall make his third rejoice. 
 
 1853. 
 
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 =J^3si .A^ dwells in the torrid zone, 
 Bb Its beauty and its boon, 
 
 Yet this the Esquimaux must own 
 Beneath an Arctic moon. 
 
 He who would do it is untrue, 
 Though all in every land 
 
 To bear it off in strife desire ; 
 It always is at hand. 
 
 My first and next in days of yore 
 Went forth in lowly guise ; 
 
 A staff was theirs, but little store 
 Of what the world would prize. 
 
 Yet one, alas ! in later days, 
 With murder on his brow, 
 
 ReveaPd how far in guilty ways 
 A child of earth may go. 
 
 My last I think you'll quickly name 
 
 In half a minute more : 
 Are twenty hundreds quite the same 
 
 As just a hundred score 1 
 
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 Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 For if you say what each would he, 
 The name you will have got j 
 
 And yet, reversing, you will see 
 That surely it is not. 
 
 My whole I leave without debate, 
 For 'tis not woman's mission 
 
 To criticise the wise and great, 
 And play the politician. 
 
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 0^l£ Z j i WAKE, ye sleepers ! 
 
 My ^Miath sung his loud reveilh 
 And wakened throu<; 
 The early reapers. 
 
 And wakened through the glistening dale 
 
 Why will ye linger ? 
 cy- Is it no second that ye hear 
 
 The morning hymn, so glad and clear, 
 Of that wise singer 1 
 
 Come forth, nor tarry ! 
 And track the busy-winged bee, 
 Who from my whole right joyously 
 
 Sweet spoil doth carry. 
 
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 Arise, my first ! In peerless radiance beaming, 
 A veil of glory thou dost weave for earth : 
 The ocean waves to welcome thee are gleaming, 
 For thou alone to Beauty givest birth. 
 
 Shine forth, my second ! Freshly now is flowing 
 The busy stream of life, and labour too ; 
 Each heart with ardour base or noble glowing, 
 Till thou shalt close, arresting all they do. 
 
 All hail, my whole ! Thou comest with rich pleasure, 
 An angel from the land of pure delight, 
 The great man's blessing, and the poor man's treasure, 
 Our earnest of the day which knows no night. 
 
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 (Cijaratre &o. 13. 
 
 My first had spread her darksome wing 
 
 O'er all the loveliness of spring ; 
 
 My third arose with mournful wail, 
 
 The young leaves told their first sad tale, 
 
 The old oak groaned, the flowerets sighed, 
 
 The hawthorn bloom was scattered wide ; 
 
 But ere my gloomy first had passed, 
 
 When silent was my third at last, 
 
 My whole awoke the moonlight dell 
 
 To list the sweet tale she could tell, 
 
 Then mingled in strange harmony 
 
 Silence and sweetest melody. 
 
 • Your second, why such strange omission I ' 
 
 "Tis but a tiny preposition. 
 
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 EARD ye the long, low roar 
 
 Blend with the sea-mew's cry I 
 Saw ye the nearing shore 
 Where the white foam-wreaths lie I 
 wait, seaman, wait while the tempest shall last, 
 For my first is a danger thou hast not passed. 
 
Enigmas and Charades. 
 
 How shall the seaman wait ? 
 
 There stands his white-walled home; 
 
 From its blithely opened gate 
 
 Never more need lie roam. 
 My second he brings from a distant realm. 
 And leaves he for ever the weary helm. 
 
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 On ! for the tide ebbs fast ! 
 
 On ! for the night grows dark ! 
 
 But the cold wave-arms are cast 
 
 Round the seaman's sinking bark. 
 He makes my whole with the angry sea, — 
 Thine be the gold, so my life go free ! 
 
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 My whole is but a species of my third, 
 
 Yet has my third no right to such a name, 
 
 Unless my first and second form a word 
 
 To which he lays an undisputed claim ; 
 
 But if my whole renounce my first and second, 
 
 My first indeed he may, but not my whole be reckoned. 
 

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 Eebriatton xxu 
 
 Jerusalem the Golden 
 
 The home of saints shall be ; 
 What eyes have not beholden, 
 
 They shall for ever see : 
 Those gem-built walls of wonder, 
 
 Those pearly gates of praise, 
 Those harps of sweetest thunder, 
 
 Those streets of sunless blaze. 
 
 
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 By them shall Christ in glory 
 
 Be always seen and heard, 
 And His redemption-story 
 
 Shall be their household word. 
 Apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
 
 Shall their companions be, 
 And loved ones shall be partners 
 
 Of their felicity. 
 
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 Each golden street and dwelling 
 Shall teem with happy throngs, 
 
 In holiness excelling, 
 
 And chanting lofty songs ; 
 
 The Lamb ! the Lamb, once dying, JwQjjj 
 
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 They worship on His throne, 
 And fall before Him crying, 
 Thou, Thou art Lord alone ! 
 
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132 
 
 Hymns. 
 
 Great Bridegroom of the city, 
 
 The Maker, Lord, and Light, 
 Grant us, in tender pity, 
 
 To walk with Thee in white ! 
 So while on earth we linger, 
 
 All joyous in Thy love, 
 Our hearts shall watch Thy finger 
 
 To beckon us above. 
 
 v., ■ 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 ' Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth 
 for you.'— 1 Pet. v. 7. 
 
 CAST on Christ your mighty care, 
 However great it be ; 
 He knows it well, and can prepare 
 Some sure relief for thee. 
 
 Thy surging thoughts and spectral fears, 
 
 Thy boding dreams of ill, 
 Thy sighings, and thy silent tears, 
 
 Are all within His will. 
 
 Lay these upon His holy arm, 
 
 For He can all sustain : 
 He'll end thy cares, as with a charm, 
 
 And lift thee up again. 
 
 Sustaining grace waits His command, 
 
 And He awaits thy call ; 
 Then pray, and down within thine hand 
 
 Shall strength and comfort fall. 
 
Hymns. 
 
 233 
 
 I, Lord, would cast on Thee my care, 
 
 And nothing anxious be ; 
 Content if thou, who nearest prayer, 
 
 Wilt care, Lord, for me. 
 
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 EAR not ! for the Lord hath spoken, 
 
 1 Fear thou not,' saith He ; 
 'When thou passest through the waters 
 
 I will be with thee. 
 
 1 Fear not ! for I have redeemed thee ; 
 
 All My sheep I know ! 
 When thou passest through the rivers 
 They shall not o'erflow. 
 
 1 Fear not ! by thy name I called thee, 
 
 Mine thy heart hath learned ; 
 When thou walkest through the fire 
 
 Thou shalt not be burned. 
 
 1 Thou art mine ! oh, therefore fear not ! 
 
 Mine for ever now ! 
 And the flame shall never kindle 
 
 On thy sealed brow. 
 
 Thou art precious, therefore fear not. 
 
 Precious unto Me ! 
 I have made thee, for My glory 
 
 I have loved thee. 
 
 March 12, 1871. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
 1 The Lord is gracious and full 
 
 of great mercy 
 
 of compassion, slow to ai - 
 ' Ps. cxlv. S. 
 
 The Lord is gracious — full of grace 
 
 To those who seek through Christ His face ; 
 
 O come then, sinner, taste and see 
 
 The fulness of His love for thee. 
 
 Full of compassion is His heart, 
 Each weary sigh, each rankling smart 
 Is known to Him whom we adore, 
 The Saviour who our sorrows bore. 
 
 To anger slow / though every hour 
 Provoking His destroying power ; 
 How strange, such words of peace to give, 
 Through Him who died that we might live. 
 
 Great mercy ! Yet another seal 
 To all His gracious words reveal ; 
 Great mercy for the greatly stained, 
 For those who mercy long disdained. 
 
 We little know God's thoughts to man, 
 They are too great for us to scan ; 
 Thou art too high and we too low, 
 The wonders of Thy love to know. 
 
Hymns. 
 
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 But crown Thy mercies, Lord, and Bend 
 Thy Spirit as our Teacher-Friend. 
 That we may see, and feel, and praise 
 The grace and love of all Thy ways ! 
 
 &S?r!5^ lle was sulj J ect ullto tliem.'— Lcke ii. 51. 
 
 . s IXj)LESSED Jesus, Lord and Brother ! 
 Once Thou wast a lowly child, 
 Subject to Thy Virgin-mother, 
 • Holy, harmless, undefiled ; ' 
 Wisdom, favour, grace, and truth, 
 Graced, like morning stars, Thy youth, 
 
 (rreat Eedeemer, Mediator ! 
 
 Now Thou art enthroned in light , 
 But Thou wearest still our nature, 
 
 And all heaven admires the sight. 
 Lord, to tender years impart 
 Mercy's boon, the tender heart. 
 
 Jesu, by Thy childhood's favour, 
 By Thy manhood's agony, 
 
 Fill us with Thy Spirit's savour, 
 Train us for eternity ; 
 
 With the glittering hosts above, - 
 
 May we sing Thy boundless love ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 1833. 
 
236 
 
 Hymns. 
 
 
 ' He shall rebuke many people.'— ISA. ii. 1. 
 
 RT Thou, Lord, rebuking nations \ 
 
 Hast Thou bared Thy glittering sword \ 
 War, commotions, tribulations, 
 Are they marching at Thy word I 
 Shield us, Saviour, 
 With Thy favour, 
 When Thy vials are outpoured ! 
 
 If Thy judgments now are waking, 
 
 Let not Thy compassion sleep ; 
 But, while earthly powers are shaking, 
 Firm and free Thy kingdom keep. 
 Jesu, hear us, 
 Be Thou near us, 
 When the storm shall round us sweep ! 
 
 Courage, saints, your fears assuaging. 
 
 Chant a bold and blissful strain 1 
 Holy seers, of peace presaging, 
 Bid us hail Messiah's reign. 
 Strife, sedition, 
 Superstition, 
 Then no votaries shall gain. 
 
 Warrior hosts, no longer mustering, 
 Cease the gleaming lance to wield 
 
Hymns. 
 
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 Now they watch the fruitage clustering 
 Now they crop the sunny field. 
 Thus shall sadness 
 Change to gladness 
 When Messiah is revealed. 
 
 Prince of Peace, let every nation 
 Soon Thy Spirit's empire own ; 
 Bow the world in supplication, 
 Bring the heathen to Thy throne ! 
 Earth possessing, 
 Boundless blessing 
 Then shall honour Thee alone ! 
 
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 Ami men shall be blessed in Him ; all nations 
 shall call Him blessed.'— P.s. lxxii. 17. 
 
 HOUT, earth ! from silence wakin 
 Tune with joy thy varied tongue ; 
 Shout ! as when from chaos breaking 
 s^ 4& Sweetly flowed thy natal song : 
 w^fi?feis Shout ! for thy Creator's love 
 
 Sends redemption from above. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
 Downward from His star-paved dwelling 
 Comes the incarnate Son of God ; 
 
 Countless voices, thrilling, swelling, 
 Tell the triumphs of His blood : 
 
 Shout ! He comes thy tribes to bless 
 
 With His spotless righteousness. 
 
 See His glowing hand uplifted ! 
 
 Clustering bounties drop around ; 
 Rebels e'en are richly gifted, 
 
 Pardon, peace, and joy abound ! 
 Shout, earth ! and let thy song 
 Ring the vaulted heavens along. 
 
 Call Him blessed ! on thy mountains, 
 In thy wilds and citied plains \ 
 
 Call Him blessed ! where thy fountains 
 Speak in softly murmuring strains. 
 l €\ Let thy captives, let thy kings 
 
 Join thy lyre of thousand strings. 
 
 Blessed Lord, and Lord of blessing ! 
 
 Four Thy quickening gifts abroad : 
 Raptured tongues, Thy love confessing, 
 
 Shall extol the living God. 
 Blessed, Blessed, Blessed Lord ! 
 Heaven shall chant no other word. 
 r W. H. H. 
 
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 'But He answered her not a word.'— Matt. xv. 23. 
 
 And could'st Thou, blessed One, be mute, 
 
 And turn Thy face away, 
 Where anguish prayed to Thee her suit, 
 
 Though never taught to pray I 
 
 How could'st Thou hear the mother cry, 
 1 Have mercy on me, Lord ! ' 
 
 And then restrain Thy sympathy, 
 And ' answer not a word ] ' 
 
 Beloved Saviour, Thou art just 
 
 And wise in all Thy ways ; 
 Tis not for worms of murky dust 
 
 To scan Thy heavenly rays. 
 
 «** The mother's heart was in Thine eye, 
 Her faith was also there ; 
 It was Thy will its power to try, 
 And then to answer prayer. 
 
 For Thou didst bless the Canaanite, 
 Though cursed was her race ; 
 
 Her vexed daughter felt Thy might, 
 And both adored Thy grace. 
 
 Lord, let our faith be always strong, 
 Though prayer may seem unheard 
 
 Our sorrow then shall end in song, 
 And we will wait Thy word. 
 
 1S66. 
 
 W. H. II 
 
240 
 
 Hymm 
 
 ' The harvest truly is great.'— Luke x. 2. 
 
 AV vast the field of souls ! 
 Of souls that cannot die : 
 r here earth expands or ocean rolls, 
 That field invites our eye. 
 
 The harvest of that field, 
 How ready for our hand ! 
 
 But they who well the sickle wield 
 Are still a little band. 
 
 Then let us earnest be 
 
 In faith for souls to care : 
 The Master of the field is He 
 
 Who bids us join in prayer. 
 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, forth send, 
 
 More labourers to provide ; 
 Throughout the field be Thou their Friend, 
 
 Their Keeper and their Guide. 
 
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 Then, when their toils are past, 
 
 And all Thy garner stored, 
 Be Thou the First, and Thou the Last, 
 
 Unceasingly adored ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 • Be shall n'i.u'ii for ever and ever.' \\\\. \i. 15. 
 
 For ever and for ever, Lord, 
 I Thy kingdom shall endure ; 
 
 Thy holy, lofty, sovereign word 
 
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 Its glory doth secure. 
 
 Bring on, bring on the promised day. 
 Oh, speed its eagle wing, 
 > -\f When earth, like heaven, shall Thee obey, 
 And all the nations sing ! 
 
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 ( Irant us in firmest faith to stand, 
 Full certain of the end. 
 
 / And with Thy valiant little band 
 rJ) Thine ancient truth defend. 
 
 J>A * ^ Jesu, be Thy cross our all, 
 %$> v| Thy crown our highest meed, 
 
 Xor saint nor angel will we call 
 To help ill time of need. 
 
 Thy Spirit give, and we will then 
 Return Thee fervent praise ; 
 
 A nobler somr we'll raise ! 
 
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 And when Thou shalt come back again 
 
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 RAISE ye the Lord ! in Him rejoice, 
 Pour forth praises like a flood : 
 
 He in His love made us His choice, 
 And redeemed us by His blood. 
 
 Let all unite to laud His love, 
 
 Men below and saints above. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! whose Shepherd-hand 
 Feeds and guards and guides His flock ; 
 
 By Him alone can we withstand 
 Sorrow's storm or trouble's shock. 
 
 Let all unite to praise His love, 
 
 Men below and saints above. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! our Brother-Friend, 
 Seated on His priestly throne, 
 
 There interceding without end, 
 He will contrite suppliants own. 
 
 Let all unite to laud His love, 
 
 Men below and saints above. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
Hymns. 
 
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 UK life is but a living death, 
 For we are born to die ; 
 ^s^ A word from God soon stops our breath, 
 And down on earth we lie. 
 
 len help us, Lord, to live as they 
 Who live alone for Thee, 
 That we may reach, through Christ the Way, 
 A bright eternity. 
 
 let our pleasures, sins, nor gains 
 
 Delude us with their dross \ ^ «*<u , vl 
 
 Lest present sweets prove future pains, ^522^=p<JpJ 
 
 And our eternal loss. 
 
 Teach us to feel that worldly lives 
 
 No happy deaths can bring, 
 For sin at last the soul deprives 
 
 Of Christ the living King. 
 
 Arouse, God, each drowsy soul, 
 And say with power, ' Awake ! ' 
 
 When neighbours die, and church bells toll 
 May we the warning take. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
 Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, impart 
 To cleanse and sanctify, 
 
 That we, believing with the heart, 
 May never dread to die. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 ..> 'Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would 
 1 fly away, and be at rest.'— Ps. lv. 6. 
 
 SAVIOUR, when with raptured eye 
 w Thy glories and Thy grace I view, 
 ST My troubled spirit fain would fly, 
 s*|*$ £ And far from hence her course pursue. 
 
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 Here darkness reigns, here grief and woe. 
 And foes within and fears without 
 j Now rack my breast, now round me throw 
 The chains of fear, the toils of doubt. 
 
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 But, Saviour, raise Thy mighty hand, 
 And o'er me cast Thy favouring shield ! 
 
 O crush each foe ! burst each band ! 
 And, conquering, lead me from the field. 
 
 Then, Saviour, while on earth I stay, 
 
 To suffer or to do Thy will, 
 Each night, each morn, my grateful lay 
 
 Shall echo to Thy holy hill. 
 
 W. H. II. 
 
Holy and blessed Redeemer, we pray Thee, 
 Succour and help us in all time of need : 
 
 Trusting in Thee and Thy promise, may we 
 Always find solace and always succeed. 
 
 Speak what Thou wilt, we will ever obey Thee, 
 Honour and fear Thee in thought, word, and ^ 
 deed. 
 
 Thou art Almighty, All-wise, and All-gracious, ! 
 
 Make us all humble, devoted, and true ; 
 Clad in Thine armour, no foe will dare face us, 
 
 Danger and trouble will cease to pursue. 
 Once let the soft arms of Mercy embrace us, 
 
 Peace shall pervade us like sweet falling (lew- 
 
 Blessed and holy Redeemer, we laud Thee, 
 Source of all succour, help, comfort, and joy, 
 
 While in yon heaven bright angels applaud Thee, 
 We with their echoes our tongues will employ. 
 
 None of Thy glory shall ever defraud Thee, 
 All, in its fulness, Thy saints shall enjoy. 
 
 W. H. 
 
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 ORD, when our wayward feet 
 Dangers and perils meet, 
 Shield us from harm ; 
 5p^When in this world of woes, 
 Legions of ghostly foes 
 Fiercely our faith oppose, 
 Make bare Thine arm ! 
 
 When Pleasure tempts to stray, 
 Health chants her syren lay, 
 
 Keep us from guile ; 
 When in affliction's hour 
 Waves rise and tempests lower, 
 Robed in Thy garb of power, 
 
 Come, Lord, and smile ! 
 
 When on the verge of death, 
 Faintly, with faltering breath, 
 
 Comfort we crave ; 
 Then from the gloomy flood, 
 O Jesus, Lamb of God, 
 Through Thine atoning blood, 
 
 Rescue and save ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
Hymns. 
 
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 'And He said unto them, that the Son of Man is Lord 
 
 also of the Sabbath.'— Luke vi. 5. 
 
 ALLELUJAH ! Lord, our voices 
 Rise in choral strains to Thee : 
 - Son of Man, Thy Church rejoices 
 In her weekly jubilee ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! mercy beaming 
 
 Lights the path that leads to God : 
 
 Herald-lips divinely teeming 
 
 Publish blessings bought with blood. 
 
 Hallelujah ! praise ascending, 
 
 Shall our faith-winged breathings stay ? 
 Lord, before Thine altar bending, 
 
 Let the heathen hail Thy day ! 
 
 Hallelujah ! Saviour, hear us ! r.; 
 
 Downward send Thy quickening Dove : 
 May His silver pinions bear us 
 
 To the realms of rest and love ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
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 'And when the chief priests and scribes saw the wonderful: 
 things that He did, and the children crying in the temple, 
 and saying, Hosanna to the Son of David ; they were sore 
 displeased, and said unto Him, Hearest Thou what these 
 say? And Jesus said unto them, Yea ; have ye never read, 
 Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected 
 praise.'— Matt. xxi. 15, 16. 
 
 HOSANNA ! raise the pealing hymn 
 
 To David's Son and Lord ; 
 With cherubim and seraphim, 
 
 Exalt the Incarnate Word. 
 
 Hosanna ! Lord, our feeble tongue 
 
 No lofty strains can raise : 
 But Thou wilt not despise the young. 
 
 "Who meekly chant Thy praise. 
 
 Hosanna ! Sovereign, Prophet, Priest. 
 
 How vast Thy gifts, — how free ! 
 Thy blood— our life, Thy word — our feast 
 
 Thy name our only plea. 
 
 Hosanna ! Master, lo ! we bring 
 Our offerings to Thy throne ; 
 
 Not gold, nor myrrh, nor mortal thing. 
 But hearts to be Thine own. 
 
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 Hosanna ! once Thy gracious ear 
 Approved a lisping throng : 
 
 Be gracious still, and deign to hear 
 Our poor but grateful song. 
 
 Saviour, if, redeemed by Thee, 
 
 Thy temple we behold ; 
 Hosannas, through eternity, 
 
 We'll sing to harps of gold ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 riN* kiS S anything too hard for Him 
 ^~&n$ Whom Cherubim and Seraphim 
 
 Incessantly adore I 
 
 rj ~^?^f Xo ! He, the everlasting Sou, 
 
 '. Made countless worlds their course to run, 
 ^L And reigneth evermore. 
 
 He stooped from highest heaven, and died, 
 That every want might be supplied 
 
 Of all who own His power. 
 His gracious eye, His mighty hand, 
 Are always waiting Faith's command, 
 
 In trial's darkest hour. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
 He can the hardest heart subdue, 
 The most corrupted soul renew, 
 
 The driest bones make live ; 
 He can the bruised reed bind up, 
 The bitter take from every cup, 
 
 And strength to weakness give. 
 
 Then blessed be Thy glorious might, 
 Thou God-man ! Saviour ! Infinite ! 
 
 Whom Abram longed to see. 
 When by Thy arm we rise from death, 
 Our chant shall be, with ceaseless breath, 
 
 Nought was too hard for Thee ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 And he called the name of that place Bethel.' 
 — Gen\ xxviii. 19. 
 
 OXELY wilds and woodland mazes, 
 Spots remote from human din, 
 God can make His holy places, 
 And reveal Himself therein : 
 
 Dread Jehovah, 
 Contrite hearts Thou dwellest in. 
 
 Jacob, weary, sad, and fearful, 
 Chose a spot for sleep by night ; 
 
 Yll was soon divinely cheerful, 
 Heavenly visions blessed his sight : 
 
 Henceforth Bethel 
 Was his watchword and delight. 
 
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 Everywhere, good Lord, be near us, 
 Let us many a Bethel see ; 
 
 By Thy one great vision cheer us, 
 Christ, the Ladder-Path to Thee, 
 
 Gate of heaven, 
 Now to all believers free. 
 
 God of Jacob, God of Jesus, 
 Standing at the ladder's height, 
 
 Soon from pilgrim toils release us, 
 Kest us in Thy home of light : 
 
 Blessed Saviour, 
 Thine the glory, ours the sight ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 XD didst Thou, Holy Saviour, die 
 
 Upon the accursed tree % 
 And was there heard Thy bitter cry 
 
 Tn death's last agony % 
 
 Yes, Thou didst die, most Holy One, 
 
 But not for sin of Thine ; 
 Thy 'precious death' our pardon won, 
 
 And made our face to shine. 
 
 Yes, Thou didst die, sweet Lamb of God, 
 
 To bear our sin away, 
 And quench in blood that fiery rod, 
 
 Which kept the heavenly way. 
 
 Saviour, let us die with Thee, 
 
 At any cost or pain ; 
 And through Thy glorious majesty 
 
 Eternal life attain. 
 
 Then will we chant the Father's love 
 
 And Holy Spirit's grace, 
 And hail Thee Lord of all above, 
 
 Sole Saviour of our race. 
 
 W. H. II. 
 
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 iHfesionarp 1i?rjmn. 
 
 EMEMBER, Lord, Thy word of old, 
 The promised flood of grace, 
 When earth Thy blessing shall behold 
 Like streams in every place. 
 
 The barren wild and thirsty soil 
 
 Thy Spirit, Lord, await ; 
 Oh, pour it forth, and crown our toil 
 
 In every heathen gate. 
 
 Where thorns and briers choke the groun 
 
 And withering idols reign, 
 There let Thy Spirit's dew abound, 
 
 And Eden bloom again. 
 
 Holy Ghost ! in every heart, 
 
 In every land descend ; 
 Thy fertilizing gifts impart, 
 
 And bring a glorious end. 
 
 Thee, with the Father and the Son, 
 
 Thy sainted hosts shall praise ; 
 Those hosts by Thee in Christ made one, 
 
 For everlasting days. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 Hymns. 
 
 
 
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 Redemption ! Oh, the thrilling word 
 
 It tells of joy in woe; 
 Of more than prophets saw or heard, 
 
 Of all that we can know. 
 
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 Redemption ! God's great charity 
 
 To man imprisoned long ; 
 The world's reprieve, the sinners plea, 
 0yk And heaven's eternal song. 
 
 Redemption ! but — its countless cost ! 
 
 It cost the blood of Him 
 Who spread the heavens and rules the host 
 
 Of naming seraphim. 
 
 Redemption ! be its joy proclaimed 
 
 By men of every tongue, 
 Where Christ has never yet been named, 
 
 Where Satan's power is strong. 
 
 Redeemer ! Thou who diedst for all, 
 
 Let all Thy love adore ; 
 Let Jew and heathen join to call 
 
 Thee Lord for evermore. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
Hymns. 
 
 
 ' Rest in the Lord.'— Ps. xxxvi 
 
 ' Rest in the Lord ! ' Sweet word of truth 
 A word for age, a word for youth, 
 A word for all the weary world, 
 A banner-word by love unfurled. 
 
 Then cease, ye wearied ones of earth, 
 To slave for pleasure, gain, or mirth ; 
 Cast down your load of vanities, 
 And welcome God's realities. 
 
 1 Rest in the Lord ! ' Sweet word of grace 
 To all the Saviour's new-born race ; 
 Tis music, light, and balm to them, 
 An hourly guiding apothegm. 
 
 Then, Lord of rest, we rest in Thee, 
 For all our daily destiny, 
 Our mighty guilt, our grief, our care, 
 We cast (strange act !) on Thee to bear, 
 
 For Thou, dear Lamb of God, wast slain, 
 To bear each load, and ease each pain ; 
 And now Thy blood and righteousness 
 Are rocks of rest in all distress. 
 
 And when at last we fall on sleep, 
 
 Nor heart shall throb, nor eye shall weep \ 
 
 Then, blessed Saviour, let it be 
 
 That Thou shalt write, ' They rest in Me ! ' 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 "&- ' He that overcometh.'— Rev. iii. 5. 
 
 1 He that overcometh in the fight 
 
 Shall be clothed in raiment white and pure ; 
 
 In the ever-blessed book of life 
 
 Shall his name eternally endure.* 
 
 • When my Father on His dazzling throne 
 Sits, with myriad angels all around. 
 I'll confess His name, to men unknown, 
 Heaven and eartli shall listen to the sound.' 
 
 Mi Who, with such a glorious end in view. 
 
 y- Would not in the heavenly conflict join " 
 Strange that willing soldiers are so few, 
 Strange so many faint, who once were Thine. 
 
 Oh, it is a service blest indeed ! 
 Though the strife be long, the end is sure ; 
 And our leader gives to all who need 
 Grace that they may to the end endure. 
 
 'Neath Thy standard be my place, Lord : 
 Grant me strength and grace, that I ere long 
 May obtain that rich and full reward. 
 Then, as conquering I sheath my sword, 
 Thou, my Captain, shall be all my song. 
 
 1856. 
 
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HANHART, CHROMO-ilTH . 
 
 PAGE 2S9. 
 
 JANE HAVER GAL 
 F. R.H.'s MOTHER 
 
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 (SUNSjAY MORNING, 8 O'CLOK.) , 
 
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 The Sabbath morn dawns o'er the mountain brow, 
 
 And lights the earth with glory soft and mild : 
 
 Oh, think'st jthou, dearest mother, even now 
 
 Of me, thy^yqlmgest and most wavwafd child. 
 
 For this, my mother, is the sacred hour 
 When thou didst bid me ever think of thee : 
 Oh, surely nothing earthly could have power 
 To break the spell which hallows it to me. 
 
 Thy loving look, thy feeble voice, I seem, 
 Though years have passed, to see and hear again ; 
 Not as the shadowy fancies of a dream, 
 But as distinct, as vivid now as then. 
 
 ' When in my Saviour's glorious home I dwell, 
 Forget not this my last request to thee : 
 When soundeth forth the early Sabbath bell, 
 Where'er thou art, my Fanny, think of me ! ' 
 
 Oh, why was this thy dying wish — thy last 1 
 Thou would'st not think that I should e'er forget 
 My mother's love, that passing years might cast 
 A cloudy veil, where that bright star did set. 
 
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 In Memoriam. 
 
 Thou could'st not wish to wake the grief anew 
 Which Time's dark poppies might have lulled awhile 
 "Twas not that tear-drops might again bedew 
 My cheek for aye, and chase again each smile. 
 
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 Oh no ! were death an endless joyless sleep, 
 
 Mg£ Thou hadst not bid me on thy memory dwell ; 
 .„ \fC~\ This hour for thee thou hadst not bid me keep, 
 SvJ vd To grieve thy child, thou lovedst her too well. 
 
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 But well thou knewst I could not think of thee 
 Without remembering Him, with whom thou art, 
 To whom thou oft didst pray so fervently 
 That I might give my wandering, wilful heart. 
 
 I must remember too the joyful faith, 
 Which filled thy soul e'en in thy dying hour, 
 And led thee calmly through the vale of death, 
 There I must ever see its wondrous power. 
 
 I could not but fulfil thy last desire, 
 The last sweet echo of thy loving voice, 
 A Calling my mind each Sabbath morning higher, 
 :\/)cv Where thou in endless Sabbath dost rejoice. 
 
 So if my heart should tempt me to forget 
 To watch and pray, and Jesu's love to seek, 
 This quiet hour might break for me the net, 
 |And free my feet afresh each opening week. 
 
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 Oft when I wavered, slipped, and nearly fell, 
 Yet stunned and giddy heeded not my fate, 
 The fatal charm was broken by that bell, 
 Thy memory oped my eyes ere yet too late. 
 
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 And oft when Bad and hopeless seenii'd inv way, 
 Its sweet sound told me of the victory 
 Which thy bright faith hath gained, and then a ray 
 Of hope hath whispered, 'Such may be for thee.' 
 
 Oh, 'twas a mother's love which did devise 
 This gentle way of helping her child's soul ; 
 Not on earth only, but from yon bright skies 
 To aid her steps towards the heavenly goal. 
 
 ( )h, Thou who dwellest with Thy ransomed, where 
 The one long Sabbath ne'er may darkly close, 
 By Thy rich mercy grant this earliest prayer, 
 Which oft for me from her dear lips arose. 
 
 Bring me, oh, bring me to Thy house of light, 
 That there with my loved mother I may dwell, 
 And e'er rejoicing in Thy presence bright, 
 May praise Thy love, who doest all things well. 
 
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 WELCOME not thy coming now, 
 For sorrow darkeneth my brow, 
 And but for glad hearts wakest thou. 
 Fair May. 
 
 "When, years ago, thou dawned st bright, 
 With thy first hours blest my sight 
 The fairest child that e'er saw light 
 Of May. 
 
 ' She grew a gladder, blither thing 
 Than butterfly on purple wing, 
 Or happy birds which sweetly sing 
 In May. 
 
 'Twas she who brought my sunniest hours, 
 For she was lovelier than the flowers 
 Which bloom amid thy emerald bowers, 
 Bright May. 
 
 How oft, when grief had touched my heart, 
 She chased it with her fairy art ; 
 Thy charms to her thou didst impart, 
 
 Glad May. All ' 
 
In JMcmoriam. 
 
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 But oil ! there is a treacherous smile, 
 Which Spring assumeth to beguile, 
 And many rue thy sunny wile, 
 False May. 
 
 A flush in her loved cheek arose, 
 More rich than ruby tint that glows 
 In western cloud when evenings close 
 In May. 
 
 Her dark eye brightly, strangely gleamed, 
 More beautiful than e'er she seemed ; 
 Oh, who of evil nigh had dreamed 
 That May 1 
 
 But when the snowdrop came again, 
 I saw that tenderest care was vain • 
 My Ella passed from all her pain 
 In May. 
 
 That precious life no skill could save ; 
 I laid her in a quiet grave, 
 Where now the snowy blossoms wave 
 Of May. 
 
 Once more they shed their sweet perfume, 
 As incense o'er my darling's tomb, 
 Though soon departs their fragile bloom 
 With May. 
 
 Thou hast my child ! Thy sparkling dew 
 Is glittering on her grave anew ; 
 Soon thou wilt deck her father's too, 
 May ! 
 
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 I cannot live without her here, 
 For earth is desolate and drear, 
 E'en when thy morning shim-th clear, 
 Blithe May. 
 
 To cheer me thou canst weave no spell, 
 Deep sadness in my heart doth dwell. 
 And I must bid my last farewell 
 To May. 
 
 Speed, speed thy slow return, for when 
 Once more thou comest, then, oh then, 
 I shall be with my child again, 
 Sweet May '. 
 
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 Starlight tljrougl) tfje Sfjaliofos. 
 
 Thy dear one is with Jesus now ! 
 
 Seeing Him face to face, 
 Gazing upon His own beloved brow, 
 
 Watching His smile of grace ; 
 Hearing the Master's voice in all its sweetness, 
 Knowing Him now in all His own completeness ; 
 
 With Jesus now, with Him for ever ! 
 
 Never to leave Him — grieve Him never ! 
 Could God Himself give more 1 His will 
 Is best, though we are weeping still. 
 
 
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 He knows ! 
 Yes, Jesus knows, just what you cannot tell 
 
 He understands so well ! 
 The silence of the heart is heard, 
 He does not need a single word, 
 
 He thinks of you ; 
 He watch eth, and He careth too, 
 He pitieth, He loveth ! All this Hows 
 In one sweet word : ' He knows ! ' 
 
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 There shall be no more pain ! Xot any more ! 
 All weariness, all faint exhaustion o'er, 
 Xo quivering nerve, no aching unconfessed, 
 
 Xo memory of misery to cast 
 
 One shadow from the past 
 Upon the unshadowed splendour of His rest ! 
 Beloved ! God is leading thee to this, 
 Preparing thee for thy preparing bliss. 
 
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 When thou passest through the waters, 
 
 I will be with thee ! 
 Sure and sweet and all-sufficient 
 
 Shall His Presence be. 
 All God's billows overwhelmed Him 
 
 In the great atoning day, 
 Xow He only leads thee through them, 
 
 With thee all the way. 
 
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 ' Nobody knows but Jesus ! ' 
 
 Is it not better so, 
 That no one else but Jesus, 
 
 My own dear Lord, should know I 
 
 "When the sorrow is a secret 
 Between my Lord and. me, 
 
 I learn the deeper measure 
 Of His quick sympathy. 
 
 ' Xobody knows but Jesus ! ' 
 My Lord, I bless Thee now 
 
 For the sacred gift of sorrow 
 That no one knows but Thou ! 
 
 
 
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 Eo J\ JfflL ©• on Jjer Brother's Seatfj. 
 
 'TAY not the current of thy tears, for they 
 Must flow, and 'tis a sad relief to weep 
 ^For one who, having brightened long the way, 
 
 Now lies in death's long sleep. 
 
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 ) A brother's love ! I know it is a treasure 
 Which may by nothing earthly be replaced ; 
 I know that this filled up the bounteous measure 
 Of joy which thou didst taste. 
 
 I know that sadness fills thy youthful heart 
 E'en to o'erflowing j and it well may seem 
 That nought to thee remaineth but the smart, 
 Of happiness no gleam. 
 
 And Jesus knows it. Oh, He did not call 
 Thy brother from his loving sister's side 
 Without remembering thee, thy sorrows all ; 
 
 He knows the heart He tried 
 
 But He would have thee turn thy weeping eye 
 To gaze on Him, who suffered all for thee, 
 That the effulgence every tear may dry 
 
 "Which beams from Calvary. 
 
/// Memoriam. 
 
 All earthly Love ia as a thread of gold, 
 
 Most fair, but what the touch of death may sever 
 
 But His a cable sure, of strength untold : 
 
 Oh ! His love lasteth ever. 
 
 269 
 
 And this sweet love He would on thee bestow, 
 The fulness of His grace to thee make known, 
 A glinvpse of heaven grant thee here below, 
 
 And thou shouldst be His own, 
 
 Thou wilt not sigh, if this one Pearl thou gain 
 O'er earthly treasures, costly though they be. 
 Short is the night of weeping and of pain, 
 Endless the joy for thee. 
 
 Thy brother striketh now his harp of gold, 
 And singeth joyously his first ' new song ; ' 
 The echo of his melody hath rolled 
 
 The aisles of heaven alonu-. 
 
 7 
 
 He weareth raiment white, which angel hands 
 From the full vestry of the Lamb have brought ; 
 With palm and crown, before His throne he stands 
 Who him by blood hath bought. 
 
 Gladness unspeakable his soul doth fill, 
 
 He hath forgotten pain, and grief, and sorrow ; 
 
 Eternal bliss hath dawned on him, he will 
 
 See no woe-brinirin^ morrow. 
 
 He might have passed through many a weary year 
 
 Of sickness, trouble, or perplexity, 
 
 And as an autumn leaf, all brown and sere, 
 
 Been shaken from the tree ; 
 
270 
 
 In Memoriam. 
 
 He might have forfeited the heavenly prize, 
 Had he lived longer on the Tempter's ground : 
 Then gaze no longer where his body lies 
 
 Beneath the new formed mound. 
 
 Yes, look up from the scene of mourning, where 
 Nought but a dreary blank thine eyes can see : 
 Thou hast a brother now in heaven, and there 
 He waits to welcome thee ! 
 
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/// Memoriam. 
 
 271 
 
 Eo a iflcitijcr. 
 
 Thy lamb is safe ! Thy Shepherd's love 
 Now bids thee follow it above. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
 No sigh but from the harps above, 
 
 Soft echoing tones shall win ; 
 Xo heart-wound but the Lord of love 
 
 Shall pour His comfort in. 
 Thy claim to rest on Jesu's breast 
 
 All weariness shall be, 
 And pain thy portal to His heart 
 
 Of boundless sympathy. 
 
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 Rest, aged saint ! Thy pilgrim staff lay down, 
 Xow take the palm-branch and the blood-bought crown. 
 Rest where thy loved ones rest, and join the throng 
 Of those w T ho see the Lamb, and sing His endless song. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
In Memoriam. 
 
 Mortalitati, non vitas, valedixit.' 
 
 JEHriltnt on Rearing of t\}t tfappy Drparturr 
 of IHr^ £ttll of Bmgctoortlj, 3ulo 1830, 
 
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 yS HAPPY spirit, bright and blessed ! 
 
 Thou the vale of death hast trod, 
 Now, with robes of light invested, 
 Thou behold'st the Lamb of God. 
 
 Now for ever hast thou bidden 
 
 To mortality farewell : 
 Perfect life, no longer hidden, 
 
 "Wreathes the brow we loved so well. 
 
 Still amidst our ceaseless sorrow, 
 We rejoice to think of thee ; 
 
 Memory oft from thee shall borrow 
 Lessons of humility. 
 
 Happy spirit, ever blessed ! 
 
 Round our path thy virtues shine, 
 And by Jesus' love refreshed, 
 
 May it be as bright as thine ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
In Memoriam. 
 
 273 
 
 ©n tljc Bcu. S. Jurist of Ferjrau, 
 
 T HE husband, father, pastor, friend, 
 1 \ amoved from earthly sight, 
 
 •^7-' : -- ' s AV;l{u ' ( l to tne realms of light, 
 
 • , S avecl by his heavenly Master's might, 
 T o praise Him -without end. 
 
 J^T hy end. was like the giant sun 
 R eclining in the west, 
 ijfjS^ I t was so calm, so pure, so blest, 
 
 S ure ; twas a pledge, the brightest, best, 
 T hat thou with Christ art one ! 
 
 Resurgemus. 
 
 THE MOTTO ON THE FAMILY VAULT. 
 
 T he saints who slumber in this tomb, 
 
 R aised from their granite bed, 
 
 I n fadeless glory soon shall bloom ; 
 
 S oon shall their hands their harps resume 
 
 T o extol their loving Head ! 
 
274 
 
 In Manoriam. 
 
 
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 Neg Tristi NEC Trepide. 
 
 THE FAMILY MOTTO OF MY FRIENDS AT YERYAX. 
 
 V erily, verily cometh the hour ! 
 E arth and the sea shall unbosom their dead ; 
 E oused by the Saviour, renewed by His power, 
 
 Y es ! we shall rise again, yes ! for 'tis said, 
 
 ' A wake ye and sing, ye that dwell in the dust,' 
 X ec tristi nee trepide slumber the just. 
 >/ Or, 
 
 ' Nor sorrow nor fear haunts the tomb of the just. 
 
 W. H. 
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In Mentor iam. 
 
 275 
 
 Sunset, 
 
 OW calmly sinks the sun 
 Beneath the western deep, 
 
 When day his giant course has run, 
 And storm is hushed to sleea 
 
 So, like the sun, would I 
 In tranquil eve descend, 
 And watch, with softly waning eye, 
 The footsteps of the end. 
 
 But though in darkness set, 
 The sun seems lost awhile, 
 He will his shroud shake off, and yet 
 Arise with joyous smile. 
 
 Thus, like the sun, may I 
 Descend to rise again, 
 And meet my Saviour in the sky, 
 "With all His glorious train. 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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276 In Memoriam. 
 
 Inscriptions on tfje tombstone, in Sstleo 
 
 FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL; 
 
 Youngest Daughter of the Revd. W. II. Havergal, 
 
 and Jane, his Wife, 
 
 Born at Astley Rector}', 14th December, 183G. 
 
 Died at Caswell Bay, Swansea, 3rd June, 1879. Aged 4 2. 
 
 By her writings in prose and verse, she, 
 
 1 being dead, yet speaketh.' 
 
 The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from nil sin." 1 -John i. 
 
 THE REYD. WILLIAM HENRY HAVERGAL, M.A., 
 Died at Leamington, 19th April 1870. Aged 77. 
 
 Curate and Rector of Astley, 1822 to 18-42, 
 
 Hon. Canon and Rector of St. Nicholas, Worcester, 
 
 and Yicar of Shareshiil. 
 
 A faithful minister in the Lord. 1 — Eph. vi. 21. 
 

 
[OMITTED. 
 
 Jjarbrst &umn. 
 
 H> willgather Tlis wheat into tho garner.'— Matt. iii. 12. 
 
 R faithful God hath sent us 
 
 A fruitful harvest-tide ; 
 He summer boons hath lent us, 
 
 And winter wants supplied. 
 
 The fields, at His ordaining, 
 
 Stand thick with golden sheaves ; 
 
 And man, full oft complaining, 
 New bountv now receives. 
 
 Though Mercy largely giveth, 
 
 Is Justice pacified '. 
 We live through Him who liveth, 
 
 The ' Corn of Wheat ' that died. 
 
 Then full be our thanksgiving. 
 
 And clear each note of joy; 
 While faith and holy living 
 
 Our earnest thoughts employ. 
 
 And at the last great reaping, 
 
 When Christ His sheaves will own. 
 2 E 
 
78 
 
 Harvest Home. 
 
 May we, no longer weeping. 
 Be garnered near His throne 
 
 Praise we the Godhead Tni on. 
 
 The eternal Three in One ; 
 With them may onr communion 
 
 For ever be begun ! 
 
 W. H. H. 
 
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 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 
 
 A bright and blessed Christmas Day, 
 
 A ground for gratitude in rhyme, 
 
 A happy Christmas to you ! . 
 
 A happy, happy Christmas, . 
 
 A happy, happy Christmas, . 
 
 A Happy Xew Year ! Oh, such may it be 
 
 A life is before thee which cannot decay, 
 
 A list of old songs, 
 
 A man I am, a woman too, 
 
 A term for autumn leaves, when all their lovely tints are fled 
 
 A whimsical set we must often seem, . 
 
 Advent shadows gather deep, 
 
 Ah, where are the echoes of gladness, 
 
 All hail, Thou Eesurrection ! . 
 
 All praise to Him who food supplies, . 
 
 An army of Cyclops, fair reader, are we, 
 
 And could'st Thou, blessed One, be mute, 
 
 And didst Thou, holy Saviour, die, . 
 
 And if it seemeth good to Thee, my Father, 
 
 Another year of patient toil, . 
 
 Arise, for He is risen to-day, . 
 
 Arise, my first ! In peerless radiance beamin 
 
 Art Thou, Lord, rebuking nations ? . 
 
 As the blithe and busy bee, . 
 
 Awake, ye sleepers ! . 
 
 2 F 
 
 PAG E 
 
 41 
 
 209 
 
 39 
 
 41 
 
 44 
 
 63 
 
 26 
 
 203 
 
 211 
 
 186 
 
 183 
 
 32 
 
 131 
 
 77 
 
 115 
 
 182 
 
 239 
 
 252 
 
 19 
 
 69 
 
 78 
 
 225 
 
 236 
 
 174 
 
 24 
 
280 Index of First Lines. 
 
 
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 Be not far from me, we pray, .... 
 
 30 
 
 Birthday blessings, fullest, sweetest, .... 
 
 10 
 
 Blessed Jesus, Lord and Brother ! 
 
 285 
 
 Bright be thy Christmas tide ! . . . . 
 
 36 
 
 By Him ' Life's Morning' lovelit be, ... 
 
 108 
 
 Calm the scene — the winds scarce breathing, 
 
 51 
 
 Children, while you gather flowers, .... 
 
 118 
 
 Christ hath called thee, Christ hath blest. 
 
 171 
 
 Christians, awake to joy and praise ! . 
 
 55 
 
 Christ is come to be my Friend, .... 
 
 4.', 
 
 Christ is come to be thy Light, 
 
 46 
 
 Christmas gifts for thee, ..... 
 
 38 
 
 Come away, come away, in the dawn of May. 
 
 127 
 
 Come, my pretty little love, ..... 
 
 11(5 
 
 Come, shepherds, come, 'tis just a year, 
 
 59 
 
 Cometh in lowliness, ...... 
 
 36 
 
 Crown the year with Thy goodness, Lord. 
 
 67 
 
 Did I tell you how we went to tea, .... 
 
 102 
 
 Distant from the noisy town, ..... 
 
 222 
 
 Do the angels know the blessed day. .... 
 
 43 
 
 Down the ages hoary, ..... 
 
 42 
 
 Each Amen becomes an Anthem, .... 
 
 9 
 
 Early chastening, early blessing ! . 
 
 172 
 
 Eternity with Jesus, .... 
 
 69 
 
 Far on the mountain height, ..... 
 
 80 
 
 Father, we bless Thee with heart and voice, .... 
 
 25 
 
 Fear not ! for the Lord hath spoken , . 
 
 233 
 
 Fear not the westering shadows. .... 
 
 23 
 
 For Denmark, ho ! 
 
 139 
 
 For ever and for ever, Lord, . 
 
 241 
 
 For He hath given us a changeless writing, . 
 
 18 
 
 For nine-and- twenty years the rainbow-pinioned Spring, 
 
 154 
 
 For words are cold, dead things, .... 
 
 27 
 
 Francie and Willie, welcome to you ! ... 
 
 95 
 
 Francie, may thy childhood be, . 
 
 173 
 
 From his ruby pavilion Phcebus arose. 
 
 216 
 
 1 From this day,' ...... 
 
 7 
 
Index of First Lines. 2% \ 
 
 Give me a song, Lord, . . • '•• 
 
 Cod save our gracious Quit n, 
 
 
 
 38 
 
 God save our noble Queen, .... 
 
 
 
 140 
 
 Good morn, good morn, good morning ! 
 
 
 
 113 
 
 Good night, good night ! 
 
 
 
 113 
 
 Great is the mystery, ..... 
 
 
 
 44 
 
 Hail, Christmas morn ! 
 
 
 
 28 
 
 Hallelujah! Lord, our voices, 
 
 
 
 247 
 
 Happy, because He loves thee, 
 
 
 
 66 
 
 Happy spirit, bright and blessed ! 
 
 
 
 272 
 
 He knows ! . 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 He that overcometh in the fight, 
 
 
 
 256 
 
 ' He that winneth souls is wise,' 
 
 
 
 31 
 
 He who hath led, will lead, . 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 Hear, Britain ! hear thou the plaint of thy children, 
 
 
 
 169 
 
 Heard ye the long, low roar, . 
 
 
 
 226 
 
 Heir thou art by His good pleasure, . 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 Here beginneth — chapter the first of a series, 
 
 
 
 159 
 
 His love is the key and His glory the measure, 
 
 
 
 17 
 
 Hitherto the Lord hath helped us, 
 
 
 
 13 
 
 Holy and blessed Redeemer, we pray Thee, . 
 
 
 
 245 
 
 Hosanna ! raise the pealing hymn, . 
 
 
 
 248 
 
 How calmly sinks the sun, 
 
 
 
 275 
 
 How grand and how bright, . 
 
 
 
 57 
 
 How vast the field of souls ! . 
 
 
 
 240 
 
 Hurrah for merry England ! . 
 
 
 
 217 
 
 I am a native of many a land, 
 
 
 
 184 
 
 I am a reward, and a punishment too, 
 
 
 
 192 
 
 [ am a word so self-contained, 
 
 
 
 207 
 
 I am in the Bible, but not in old Johnson, . 
 
 
 
 210 
 
 I am the child of the brightest thing, 
 
 
 
 202 - 
 
 I go with ships at sea, I haunt the forest glade, 
 
 
 
 214 
 
 I have a smile my friends to greet, . 
 
 
 
 90 
 
 I have no birthday gifts to bring, 
 
 
 
 11 
 
 I have waited for thy coming, love, . 
 
 
 
 89 
 
 I love, I love the morning ! . 
 
 
 
 128 
 
 I love, I love thy solemn roar, 
 
 
 
 137 
 
 I love the trees, I love the flowers, 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 I may be tall, and slender, and round, 
 
 
 
 197 
 

 282 Index of First Lines. 
 
 I said to the merry birds of the woods, 
 
 134 
 
 I should not love Thee now wert Thou not n 
 
 ear, . . 24 
 
 I thank you, dear Mary, 
 
 110 
 
 I wander in fancy far away, . 
 
 145 
 
 I was a first-born son, 
 
 179 
 
 I welcome not thy coming now, 
 
 262 
 
 If you get into me, I have no sort of doubt. 
 
 187 
 
 In fiery caverns was my glowing birth, 
 
 189 
 
 In the likeness of His death, . 
 
 79 
 
 Is anything too hard for Him. 
 
 249 
 
 Is it a wintry night ? . 
 
 36 
 
 It wandered far, that sunbeam bright, 
 
 157 
 
 Jerusalem the Golden, 
 
 . . . .231 
 
 Jesus came ! — and came for me ! 
 
 43 
 
 Jesus, Lord of earth and sky, 
 
 114 
 
 Just to let thy Father do, 
 
 65 
 
 Kind are thy gifts ! and welcome as showers, 
 
 175 
 
 Leaning, resting, trusting, loving, 
 
 7 
 
 Let every thought, 
 
 19 
 
 Let us, by Thy Spirit stirred, 
 
 31 
 
 Lives there a poet, old or young, 
 
 194 • 
 
 Lonely wilds and woodland mazes, 
 
 250 
 
 Lord, I am in Thy house of prayer, . 
 
 112 
 
 Lord, in mercy pardon me, . 
 
 112 
 
 Lord Jesus, keep our dear one, 
 
 70 
 
 Lord, when our wayward feet, 
 
 246 
 
 Love would strew upon thy way, 
 
 9 
 
 Many a happy year be thine, . 
 
 6 
 
 Many and happy thy birthdays be ! . 
 
 6 
 
 May the tale the years are telling, 
 
 6 
 
 Mist and cloud and darkness, 
 
 4S 
 
 My first dwells in the torrid zone, 
 
 223 
 
 My first gleams bright 'mid azure shields, 
 
 216 
 
 My first had spread her darksome wing, 
 
 226 
 
 My first is a word essential to man, . 
 
 213 
 
 My lodging was on the cold rough ground, 
 
 106 
 
 My second could never produce my first, 
 
 218 
 

 Index of First Lines. 283 
 
 PAOI 
 
 1 My timea arc in Thy hand,' ..... 72 
 
 My whole is but a species of my ?/<m/. 
 
 
 2 2 7 
 
 .My u-hole, the poet of Hood and fell, . 
 
 
 220 
 
 Night is heavy on the valley where the river mist is chill, 
 
 
 149 
 
 No arm has power to raise, .... 
 
 
 71 
 
 No earthly gifts can yield us good, . 
 
 
 
 114 
 
 No, not a star! that is a name too beautiful and brij 
 
 ?ht, 
 
 
 1G2 
 
 No sigh but from the harps above, 
 
 
 
 271 
 
 Now I know Thy name, 
 
 
 
 25 
 
 Now, Lord, 1 give myself to Thee, 
 
 
 
 28 
 
 Now Thy loving Spirit, 
 
 
 
 14 
 
 cast on Christ your mighty care, . 
 
 
 
 232 
 
 Christmas blessings cannot cease, . 
 
 
 
 37 
 
 for that vision ! so fair yet so fearful, 
 
 
 
 56 
 
 haste, haste to the fields away ! . 
 
 
 
 109 
 
 haughty Thebes ! in shadowy days of yore, 
 
 
 
 205 
 
 herald whisper falling, 
 
 
 
 32 
 
 may'st thou -walk ! from hour to hour, 
 
 
 
 22 
 
 mountain heights, break forth and sing, 
 
 
 
 24 
 
 mystery of grace, .... 
 
 
 
 21 
 
 Name of beauty and of calm ! 
 
 
 
 50 
 
 Name of gentlest grace, 
 
 
 
 49 
 
 Saviour, when with raptured eye, . 
 
 
 
 244 
 
 Thou, the Sun of Righteousness, . 
 
 
 
 111 
 
 Thou who gatherest with loving arm.- 
 
 
 
 107 
 
 Thou, whose presence beautified, . 
 
 
 
 85 
 
 1 Occupy till I return,' 
 
 
 
 30 
 
 Of a useful whole I'm the most useful part, 
 
 
 
 185 
 
 Of what are you thinking now, dear, 
 
 
 
 91 
 
 Oh, dark was the day when I left her alone, . 
 
 
 
 135 
 
 Oh, let me know, .... 
 
 
 
 80 
 
 Oh, let thy heart make melody, 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 Oh, must we not sing our Christmas hymn, 
 
 
 
 138 
 
 Oh, the treasures of the spring, 
 
 
 
 136 
 
 Once on a time 1 a visit had paid, 
 
 
 
 96 
 
 One year less, ..... 
 
 
 
 8 
 
 Only for Jesus ! Lord, keep it for ever, 
 
 
 
 80 
 
 On Thee the Lord, .... 
 
 
 
 23 
 
 Our faithful God hath sent us, 
 
 
 
 277 
 
284 Index of First Lines. 
 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Our life is but a living death, .... 
 
 243 
 
 Our Saviour Christ was boru, .... 
 
 40 
 
 Pity, grief, and indignation, ..... 
 
 151 
 
 Praise ye the Lord ! in Him rejoice, .... 
 
 242 
 
 Praising together for all the way, .... 
 
 69 
 
 Precious more than gold that passeth, is the trial of your faith, 
 
 26 
 
 Primeval woods my parents' birth, .... 
 
 200 
 
 Redemption ! Oh, the thrilling word ! . . . 
 
 254 
 
 Remember, Lord, Thy word of old, .... 
 
 253 
 
 Rest, aged saint ! Thy pilgrim staff lay down, 
 
 271 
 
 Rest, and be silent ! For, faithfully listening, 
 
 18 
 
 ' Rest in the Lord ! ' Sweet word of truth, . 
 
 255 
 
 •' Rise up, my love, and come away ! ' 
 
 86 
 
 Say, know ye not the pilgrim band, .... 
 
 204 
 
 Seventeen hundred and sixty yards, .... 
 
 187 
 
 ' Shall rise again ! ' . 
 
 79 
 
 Shout, earth ! from silence waking, 
 
 237 
 
 Softly the dew in the evening descends, 
 
 29 
 
 So happy all the day, ...... 
 
 52 
 
 So may we redeem the time, ..... 
 
 31 
 
 Sons who fathers gladden, ..... 
 
 174 
 
 Soon the hour of dawn shall pass, .... 
 
 221 
 
 Springs of life in desert places, .... 
 
 14 
 
 Stay not the current of thy tears, for they 
 
 268 
 
 Strong and loving is thy Friend ! 
 
 68 
 
 Summer-tide is coming, ..... 
 
 130 
 
 Sweet Astley bells ! your distant chime. 
 
 3 
 
 Sweet flowers of Spring, ..... 
 
 10S 
 
 Swell the notes of the Christmas Song ! . . . 
 
 46 
 
 Ten years ago to-day our wedding bells were rung, . 
 
 126 
 
 That I'm very well known to all metaphysicians 'tis true, . 
 
 196 
 
 The blessing of the trusting one, .... 
 
 12 
 
 The Christmas bells proclaim, .... 
 
 49 
 
 The cure He hath devised, the blessed Tree, .... 
 
 27 
 
 The husband, father, pastor, friend, .... 
 
 273 
 
 The Lord hath done great things for thee ! . 
 
 64 
 
 The Lord is gracious — full of gTace, ..... 
 
 234 
 
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Index of First Lines. 
 
 
 The Lord thy God ! . 
 
 r\..i 
 
 8 
 
 The Love of God the Father, ..... 
 
 7 
 
 The meadows rejoice in their verdure bo bright, 
 
 133 
 
 The royal son with his orbed flame, . 
 
 190 
 
 The Sabbath morn dawns o'er the mountain brow, . 
 
 '2 .V.i 
 
 The saints who slumber in this tomb, 
 
 27:5 
 
 The Severn flow is soft and fair, as slowly 
 
 R3 
 
 The sun is burning, little maiden, .... 
 
 125 
 
 The threefold blessing Israel heard, .... 
 
 70 
 
 The token of His truth and care, the gift that He hath blessed. 
 
 19 
 
 The veiling shades of night departed, 
 
 215 
 
 The very faith that brings us near, .... 
 
 26 
 
 The white flowers, freed, ..... 
 
 78 
 
 . The wilderness shall rejoice, ..... 
 
 35 
 
 The wondrous love and light, .... 
 
 41 
 
 Then Time will seem as but a pebble cast, 
 
 156 
 
 There is silence high in the midnight sky, 
 
 44 
 
 They come ! they come ! the illustrious Sovereigns come ! 
 
 166 
 
 Thou art faithful, praise Thy name, .... 
 
 30 
 
 Thou, gracious Father, dost provide, .... 
 
 115 
 
 Thou layest Thy hand on the fluttering heart, 
 
 17 
 
 Though constantly we're in the mire, 
 
 206 
 
 Thy dear one is with Jesus now ! . 
 
 265 
 
 Thy lamb is safe ! Thy Shepherd's love, 
 
 271 
 
 Thy light and truth forth-sending, .... 
 
 21 
 
 Thy Spirit's fulness on him rest, .... 
 
 22 
 
 'Tis fully known to One, by us yet dimly seen. 
 
 13 
 
 To praise our Shepherd's care, .... 
 
 118 
 
 To see, and know, and love, and praise for ever. 
 
 27 
 
 Toward the rising of the sun, .... 
 
 68 
 
 Two colours on the apple glow, .... 
 
 117 
 
 Unto you the Child is born, ..... 
 
 35 
 
 Upon Thy word I rest, ..... 
 
 18 
 
 ' Upward, still upward ' thy pathway be. 
 
 10 
 
 Verily, verily cometh the hour ! 
 
 274 
 
 Was it 'only for one,' dear, ' only for one. 
 
 88 
 
 What do the angels sing ? 
 
 37 
 
 What was I ? Such a clever friar, .... 
 
 188 
 
286 
 
 Index of First L tries. 
 
 What was the first angelic word, 
 
 When Israel lay in Moab's plain, 
 
 When the first bright dawn of a Sabbath day 
 
 "When the loveliest flowers are waking, 
 
 Where the tall pine-forest made, 
 
 Where will ye seek me ? The Andes rise, 
 
 Wonderful ! Wonderful ! . 
 
 Wondrously the Lord, hath dealt with thee, . 
 
 PACE 
 
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 164 
 129 
 
 219 
 
 199 
 
 47 
 
 67 
 
 Ye have seen me in the skies, 
 
 203 
 
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