WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR? [Earnest and vigorous.] THY NEIGHBOUR? It is he whom thou THY NEIGHBOUR? 'Tis the fainting poor, Whom hunger sends from door to doorGO THOU, AND SUCCOUR HIM. THY NEIGHBOUR? 'Tis that weary man, Whose years are at their brim, Bent low with sickness, cares, and painGO THOU, AND COMFORT HIM. THY NEIGHBOUR? 'Tis the heart bereft Of every earthly gem; Widow and orphan, helpless left— GO THOU, AND SHELTER THEM. Whene'er thou meet'st a human form OH! PASS NOT, PASS NOT HEEDLESS BY; The breaking heart from misery— THE STREAMLET. BY M. A. STODART. [Cheerful and earnest.] I saw a little streamlet flow Along a peaceful vale, A thread of silver, soft and slow, It wandered down the dale; JUST TO DO GOOD it seemed to move, Directed by the hand of love. The valley smiled in living green; From noon-tide heat a friendly screen, The swallow brushed it with her wing, But not alone to plant and bird And would that I could thus be found, While travelling life's brief way, An humble friend to all around, Where'er my footsteps stray; LIKE THAT PURE STREAM, WITH TRANQUIL BREAST, LIKE IT, STILL BLESSING, AND STILL BLEST. THE DEW DROP. [Cheerful and vigorous.] Sparkling like a diamond bright, Here the violet, in its bed, Fit art thou to deck the flowers Binding, while they shall endure, THUS IN LIFE'S OFT CHANGING FIELD, MATCHLESS WORTH OF RAY SERENE : MOONRISE. By W. B. C. PEABODY. [Cheerful and vigorous.] The moon is up! how calm and slow The way-worn travellers, with delight, It glistens where the hurrying stream And sparkles on the leaves. So once, on Judah's evening hills, THE GOSPEL SOUNDED FROM THE BLAZE, And still that light upon the world The waning moon, in time, shall fail BUT GOD HATH KINDLED THIS BRIGHT LIGHT THE DEW-DROP AND THE STREAM.* The banks with golden flowers were crowned, When, near the scene, a dew-drop shed Its lustre on a violet's head, And trembling to the breeze it hung! "Ay, you may well rejoice, 'tis true," I've but refreshed a humble flower." "HOLD!" cried the stream, "nor thus repine- Has made the dew-drop and the stream. All things that are, both great and small, WHAT SERVES HIS PURPOSE, SERVES HIM WELL. The above striking verses are taken from a newspaper, and said to be the production of a servant girl from Devonshire. E "WHITER THAN SNOW." O gentle snow, descending The bustling, busy city, When hushed in peaceful night, Is clothed in softest raiment Of pure, unsullied white. On every roof it gathers, On hovel and on hall; Foul filth and squalor hiding, And beautifying all. Out in the open country, When crops are gathered home, The snow extends a garment Over the stiffening loam. The summer's work is ended, The land refreshment seeks, And, for the sabbath season; Waits thro' the winter weeks. The desolate old mountains, With solitude begirt, Receive a priestly mantle With flowing length of skirt. Thou'rt trampled in the city; Only on peaks uplifted To heaven thou dost remain. O FULNESS OF REDEMPTION ! O fallen race of men ! Sinners one year forgiven Must be forgiven again. O gentle snow, descending Upon the earth so still, Transfiguring with thy whiteness The street, the field, the hill! |