Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe, And bitterness flowed in the soft-flowing stream. So, cured of my folly, but cured but in part, Weave visions of joy that bloomed but to fade. I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven Would be bright as the sun, and glad as the morn; Thou show'dst me the path, - it was dark and uneven, All rugged with rock and all tangled with thorn. I dreamed of celestial rewards and renown, I grasped at the triumph which blesses the brave; I asked for the palm-branch, the robe, and the crown, I asked, and thou show'dst me a cross and a grave. Subdued and instructed, at length, to thy will My hopes and my longings I fain would resign; O, give me the heart that can wait and be still, Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but thine! There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe, There is rest, but it dwells in the presence of God. THE BORDER-LAND. "For the Lord thy God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills." — Deut. viii. 7. I HAVE been to a land, a Border-land, Where there was but a strange, dim light, I scarce bethought me how there I came, Its morning and light were marked by the flight But I saw from this land, this Border-land, 2 That they looked across to a wondrous strand, Then I turned me to Him, "the Crucified," In most humble faith and prayer, Who had ransomed with blood my sinful soul, For I thought he would call me there. Yet nay; for a while in the Border-land He bade me in patience stay, And gather rich fruits with a trembling hand, He has led me amid those shadows dim And shown that bright world so near, NOT UNCLOTHED, BUT CLOTHED UPON. "For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened; not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life."-2 Cor. v. 4. IN health, O Lord, and prosperous days, In sickness, sorrow, or in shame, We fain would quit this mortal frame; Brought low, we only seek to be Unclothed, not clothed upon by thee. O, rather help us as we ought To be unclothed, but clothed upon. O blessed Lord! whose merits dress Through whom, for us, eternal stands FRIENDSHIP WITH CHRIST. "Nevertheless, I am continually with thee; thou hast holden me by my right hand." Ps. lxxiii. 23. WHEN, in the hours of lonely woe, Can heal the wounds the world has made; Jesus! in whom, but thee above, Thou, Lord, shalt guide me all my days, My flesh is hastening to decay,— And what can mortal friends avail, When heart and strength and flesh shall fail! But, O, be thou, my Saviour, nigh, And I will triumph while I die; My strength, my portion, is divine, And Jesus is for ever mine! CHRIST'S CARE. "Master, carest thou not that we perish?"- Mark iv. 38. SUCH was the disciples' cry, When the crested waves beat high, O'er the tempest-driven bark. But thou didst not, though upbraided, At the word which spoke thy will, |