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HE Sundays of man's life,
Threaded together on Time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife
Of the eternal glorious King.
On Sunday, heaven's gate stands ope;
THE FIRST GREAT CAUSE.
VERY science, power, or art,
Knowledge of Nature's laws,
Exalt the First Great Cause.
The Cross.--The Light of Heaben, 259
F loving hearts were never lonely,
If all they wish might always be,
They might be glad, but not in Thee.
We need as much the Cross we bear,
As air we breathe—as light we see ;
A. L. WARING.
THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN.
HUS when the lamp that lighted
The traveller at first goes out,
And lingers on in fear and doubt.
But soon, the prospect clearing,
In cloudless starlight on he treads ;
F God could make this world so fair,
Where death and sin abound-
pared in the skies; There's a joy in believing, a peace and a
stay Which the world cannot give, nor the world take
HERE is a place, beyond that flaming
hill, From whence the stars their thin ap
H! what a chorus shall the ransomed
sing, When standing round the throne of God
their king! Methinks I hear the golden harps' vi
bration, And every note is full and free salvation.
CLOUD lay cradled near the setting
sun, A gleam of crimson tinged its braided
snow; Long had I watched the glory moving
on, O’er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated flow;
E’en in its very motion there was rest; While every breath of wind that chanced to blow,
Wafted the beauteous traveller to the West.
Emblem, methought, of the departed foul,
To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given, And by the breath of mercy made to roll
Right onward to the golden gates of heav'n ;