Yet in your sympathetic heart We and our earthly griefs may ask and hope a part.

Comfort's true sons! amid the thoughts of down

That strew your pillow of repose,
Sure, 'tis one joy to muse, how ye unknown

By sweet remembrance soothe our woes,
And how the spark ye lit, of heavenly cheer,

Lives in our embers here,

Where'er the Cross is borne with smiles, Or lightend secretly by Love's endearing wiles :

Where'er one Levite in the temple keeps

The watch-fire of his midnight prayer,
Or issuing thence, the eyes of mourners steeps

In heavenly balm, fresh gather'd there;
Thus saints, that seem to die in earth's rude strife,

Only win double life :

They have but left our weary ways To live in memory here, in heaven by love and praise. ST. JOHN BAPTIST'S DAY.

Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Lord : and he shall turn the heart of the fathers unto the children, and the heart of the children to the fathers. Malachi iv. 5, 6.

TWICE in her season of decay The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye

Dart from the wild its piercing ray: Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,

The herald star,

Whose torch afar
Shadows and boding night-birds fly.

Methinks we need him once again,
That favour'd seer—but where shall he be found ?

By Cherith's side we seek in vain,
In vain on Carmel's green and lonely mound :

Angels no more

From Sinai soar,
On his celestial errands bound.

But wafted to her glorious place
By harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones,

His spirit with a dear embrace
Thee the lov’d harbinger of Jesus owns,

Well-pleas'd to view

Her likeness true,
And trace, in thine, her own deep tones.

Deathless himself, he joys with thee To commune how a faithful martyr dies,

And in the blest could envy be, He would behold thy wounds with envious eyes,

Star of our morn,

Who yet unborn Didst guide our hope, where Christ should rise.

Now resting from your jealous care For sinners, such as Eden cannot know,

Ye pour for us your mingled prayer, No anxious fear to damp Affection's glow.

Love draws a cloud

From you to shroud
Rebellion's mystery here below.

And since we see, and not afar,
The twilight of the great and dreadful day,

Why linger, till Elijah's car
Stoop from the clouds? Why sleep ye? rise and pray,

Ye heralds seal’d

In

camp or field

Your Saviour's banner to display.

Where is the lore the Baptist taught,
The soul unswerving and the fearless tongue?

The much-enduring wisdom, sought
By lonely prayer the haunted rocks among ?

Who counts it gaina

His light should wane,
So the whole world to Jesus throng ?

Thou Spirit who the Church didst lend Her eagle wings, to shelter in the wilde,

We pray thee, ere the Judge descend, With flames like these, all bright and undefild,

Her watchfires light,

To guide aright
Our weary souls, by earth beguild.

So glorious let thy Pastors shine,
That by their speaking lives the world may learn

First filial duty, then divine',
That sons to parents, all to Thee may turn;

And ready prove

In fires of love,
At sight of Thee, for aye to burn.

ST. PETER'S DAY..

When Herod would have brought him out, the same night Peter was sleeping. Acts xii. 6.

THOU thrice denied, yet thrice belov'de,

Watch by thine own forgiven friend ;
In sharpest perils faithful prov’d,