THE NUN. WHY, lovely maid, thus waste thy blooming prime, Of earth regardless, and the things of Time ? The gracious Power who rules o'er heaven and earth Is not the foe of youthful, harmless mirth; THE BIBLE. PAGE of life, of light, and truth, THE DEPARTURE OF SUMMER, THE glory of summer Is faded and fled, The wreaths that adorn'd her Are dying, or dead; The autumn is coming, Will open for winter Oh! how to my spirit It seemeth to say, Thus too is thy summer Fast fading away; And the things that thou lovest, And the friends thou hast chosen Dost thou covet a summer More certain of bliss P Go, seek thee a country Thou shalt never deplore, Where the friends thou hast chosen Shall leave thee no more! A MOTHER'S LOVE. A MOTHER's love-how sweet the name!- A noble, pure, and tender flame, To bless a heart of earthly mould; A parent's heart may prove a snare; Her hand may lead, with erring care, Blest infant, whom his mother taught, And poured upon his dawning thoughts, Behold that mother's love. J. MONTGOMERY. BONDAGE OF ISRAEL. Judges vi. OH! Israel dark was the doom of thy nation, When the spoilers of Midian prevail'd o'er thy pride, When thy children were scattered in wide desola tion, And forced in the dens and mountains to hide. They cried to the Lord to withdraw his just sen tence: He heard them and soon at his bidding, arose A prophet, to bring their hard hearts to repentance; A champion to humble the might of their foes. No outward destroyers our land are oppressing: But, alas! we have foes who assault from within How many, perchance, whom I now am address ing, Have struggled for years in the bondage of sin! Ye are driven by sin from your homes of calm quiet, Ye fly to the world, poor impoverished slaves; Yet degraded ye sigh in its scenes of wild riot, As desolate Israel mourn'd in her caves, Thus sunk in the thraldom of shame and dejection, To whom can ye turn? to the Lord will ye plead ? Will he send you a prophet to give you direction? Will he send you a Gideon to help you in need? Ye need not a prophet to tell of your errors; The fearless, firm preachers of God's holy word Have dwelt to you oft on his love and his terrors— But the message was slighted, the warning unheard. THE SINNER'S FRIEND. THOU Friend of sinners! who hast bought My sins forgive, my fears remove, Thee, let my ardent soul pursue; To Thee with fervent love aspire ; Within my heart that heavenly fire; In suffering, be thy love my peace; In weakness, be thy love my power; |