"The Tempter is close beside him, And his danger is all forgot, And the far-off voices of childhood

Call aloud, but he hears them

not; He sayeth no prayer, and his mother

He thinks not of her to-day, And he will not look up to heaven,

And his Angel is turning

away.

"Then pray for a soul in peril,

A soul for which Jesus died; Ask, by the cross that bore Him,

And by her who stood beside; And the Angels of God will thank you,

And bend from their thrones of light,

To tell you that Heaven rejoices At the deed you have done tonight."

SPRING.

HARK! the hours are softly calling,.

Bidding Spring arise, To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies, To listen to Earth's weary voices,

Louder every day,

Bidding her no longer linger On her charméd way;

But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun;

By the first bright day of Summer It should all be done.

She has yet to loose the fountain From its iron chain;

And to make the barren mountain

Green and bright again; She inust clear the snow that lingers

Round the stalks away, And let the snow-drop's trembling whiteness See the light of day. She must watch, and warm, and cherish

Every blade of green, Till the tender grass appearing From the earth is seen; She must bring the golden crocus From her hidden store; She must spread broad showers of daisies

Each day more and more. In each hedge-row she must hasten

Cowslips sweet to set; Primroses in rich profusion,

With bright dew-drops wet, And under every leaf, in shadow Hide a violet!

Every tree within the forest

Must be decked anew; And the tender buds of promise Should be peeping through, Folded deep, and almost hidden, Leaf by leaf beside,

On each arched bough; And the white and purple lilac Should be waving now; She must breathe, and cold winds vanish

At her breath away; And then load the air around her

With the scent of May! Listen then, O Spring! nor linger

On thy charmed way; Have pity on thy prisoned flowers Wearying for the day. Listen to the rain-drops falling

From the cloudy skies; Listen to the hours calling, Bidding thee arise.

EVENING HYMN.

THE shadows of the evening hours

Fall from the darkening sky; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie;