Long, long deferred, now come at last,
The Lamb's glad wedding day;
The guests are gathering to the feast,
The seats in heavenly order placed,
The royal throne above the rest;—
How bright the new array.

Sorrow and sighing are no more,
The weeping hours are past;
To-night the waiting will be done,
To-night the wedding robe put on,
The glory and the joy begun ;
The crown has come at last.

Without, within, is light, is light;
Around, above, is love, is love;
We enter to go out no more,
We raise the song unsung before,
We doff the sackcloth that we wore,
For all is joy above.

Ascend, Beloved, to the life ;
Our days of death are o'er;

Mortality has done its worst,
The fetters of the tomb are burst,
The last has now become the first,

Forever, evermore.

Ascend, Beloved, to the feast,

Make haste, thy day is come;

Thrice blessed are they the Lamb doth call,
To share the heavenly festival

In the new Salem's palace halls,
Our everlasting home.

PESOA S

HORATIUS Bonar.

A

THE NEW SONG.

I bid it welcome; and my haste
To join it cannot brook delay;-
O song of morning, come at last,
And who sing it, come away!

O song

ye

of light, and dawn, and bliss, Sound over earth, and fill these skies,

Nor ever, ever, ever cease,

Thy soul entrancing melodies.

HORATIUS BONAR.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

AUTHOR.

Above the dissonance of time.... Horatius Bonar
Across the field of daily work... William C. Gannett..
Across the hedges thick with

autumn flowers..

Ah! for the heart that goes.. Howard Glyndon.
Ah, long the storm, yet none the
less

Ah me! the ways of God with

man..

A life of waiting lived as for the
Lord..

Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney..... 20

Mary Bradley

A little bird flew my window by. Miss Mulock.
A little bird I am. Prison Hymn

of...

All common things, each day's

Madam Guyon...

Longfellow......

Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney..

Helen Campbell....
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.
Edmund Spenser..
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney.

J. G. Holland..
Horatius Bonar.

A raveled rainbow overhead..... Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney...

As one who peers..

Archbishop Leighton...

As on wrecked battle grounds.... Adelaide George Bennett...
As the bird trims her to the gale.. Emerson.

As the poor panting hart to the
waterbrook runs.

As torrents in summer. From
"The Nun of Nidaros. ""

Alice Cary.....

Longfellow.....

27

221

213

114

179

37

216

149

77

35

279

283

II

264

54

144

167

52

263

Be not amazed at life......

.....

Abraham Perry Miller..
Dean Alford..

122

133

At evening time let there be light. James Montgomery.

Behold the throng..

Build thee most stately mansions,
O my soul..

Oliver Wendell Holmes..... 202

But all through life I see a cross. Olrig Grange
But who shall praise God in the

82

night?......

B. M.

Caught in the bitter net of cir

cumstance

Close, close, beloved mine.

95

269

Come in, O gracious Form, I say.

Come now, all ye terrors! sally!.. Richard Crashaw.

Content thee-so the angel saith-
Crush the dead leaves under thy

feet.......

Dear night! this world's defeat.. Henry Vaughan.................
Did not life's darkness dim our

sight..
Down to the borders of the silent
land...

Earth with its dark and dreadful ills...

Eternal spirit of the chainless

mind.

Ever and ever the world goes

round

107

273 222

51

II

Potters American Monthly. 33

Washington Gladden........ 131

Alice Cary..

Byron....

Every day is a fresh beginning... Susan Coolidge..

Fasten your soul so high that constantly..

Father! I must lean hard.

E. B. Browning..

Forgive! that oft my spirit wears. Angelus Silesius
Fret not thyself so sorely, heart

of mine...

From the mountain-side of years. A. P. Miller

Give strength whene'er

strength must fail...

Go breathe it in the ear..

268

120

175

53

105

215

167

90

193

66

128

235

49

Zihn
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney..... 115

72

God keeps a niche in heaven..

God lifts the soul or casts it down. A. P. Miller.