Awake, lift up thine eyes! Thou who haft done with tears. Ascend! thou art not now The living God hath touched thy lips, Mrs. Howitt. 1860. HEAVEN. THE NEW SONG. EYOND the hills where suns go down, BEYON And brightly beckon as they go, I see the land of far renown, The land which I so soon fhall know. Above the diffonance of time, And discord of its angry words, I hear the everlasting chime, The mufic of unjarring chords. I bid it welcome; and my hafte And ye who fing it, come away! O song of light and dawn and bliss, Sound over earth, and fill these fkies, Nor ever, ever, ever cease Thy soul-entrancing melodies! Glad song of this disburdened earth, And glory to creation's King! H. Bonar. 1856. THE OTHER WORLD. IT T lies around us like a cloud, · Yet the sweet clofing of an eye Its gentle breezes fan our cheek; And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, With breathings almost heard. The filence awful, sweet, and calm— They have no power to break; For mortal words are not for them So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide, And in the hush of reft they bring How lovely and how sweet a pass To close the eye, and close the ear, And gently dream in loving arms from this. Scarce knowing if we wake or fleep, To feel all evil fink away, All sorrow and all care. Sweet souls around us! watch us ftill, Into our thoughts, into our prayers, Let death between us be as naught, Your joy be the reality, Our suffering life the dream. Mrs. H. B. Stowe. 1860. OREVER with the Lord! FOR Amen! so let it be ! Life from the dead is in that word, And immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my spirit faints Yet clouds will intervene, |