Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, Which evermore makes all things new! New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life, and power, and thought. New mercies, each returning day, New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. If on our daily course our mind Be set, to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of heaven in each we see : L Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care. As for some dear familiar strain Such is the bliss of souls serene O! could we learn that sacrifice, We need not bid for cloister'd cell, The trivial round, the common task, Seek we no more; content with these, Only, O Lord, in thy dear love THE RAINBOW. Campbell. TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dream'd of gems Hid in thy radiant bow? and gold When science from creation's face What lovely visions yield their place And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child, To bless the bow of God. Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down. As As fresh in yon horizon dark, For, faithful to its sacred page, Nor lets the type grow pale with age, THE CAST-AWAY. Cowper. OBSCUREST night involved the sky, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, |