Night is the time to watch The full Moon's earliest glance, Night is the time for care; Brooding on hours mis-spent, To see the spectre of Despair Come to our lonely tent; Like Brutus, 'midst his slumbering host, Startled by Cæsar's stalwart ghost. Night is the time to muse; Then from the eye the soul Takes flight, and with expanding views, Beyond the starry pole, Descries, athwart the abyss of night, The dawn of uncreated light. Night is the time to pray; Our Saviour oft withdrew To desert mountains far away; So will his followers too, Steal from the throng to haunts untrod, And hold communion there with God. Night is the time for death ; When all around is peace, Calmly to yield the weary breath, Think of Heaven's bliss-and give the sign LOOKING UPWARDS IN A STORM. Cowper. God of my life, to thee I call, When the great water-floods prevail, Friend of the friendless and the faint! Did ever mourner plead with thee, That were a grief I could not bear, Fair is the lot that's cast for me; Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot, Fight is the time to watch Night is the time for care; Like Brutus, 'midst his slumbering host, Night is the time to muse; Then from the eye the soul Takes flight, and with expanding views, Descries, athwart the abyss of night, Night is the time to pray; Steal from the throng to haunts untre" Night is the theath; Vic A A MOTHER'S LOVE. Bayley. THE lover's love may prove sincere, But, O the love a mother feels 'Tis centred in the lisping babe- The world may warp the friend's esteem, The kindred spirit mar, But ne'er may dull its vital beam, Nor yet its power outbar. It hath no change—no biassed turn— No ranging wish to flee; But like the Polar star doth burn Unmoved, O man! for thee. |