Yet deem not, on such parting sad

Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad :
Divided in their earthly race, .

Together at the glorious goal,

Each leading many a rescu'd soul,

The faithful champions shall embrace.

For even as those mysterious Four,
Who the bright whirling wheels upbore
By Chebar in the fiery blast',

So, on their tasks of love and praise
The saints of God their several ways

Right onward speed, yet join at last.

And sometimes even beneath the moon
The Saviour gives a gracious boon,

When reconciled Christians meet,
And face to face, and heart to heart,

High thoughts of holy love impart
In silence meek, or converse sweet.

Companion of the Saints! 'twas thine
To taste that drop of peace divine,

i Ezekiel i. 9. They turned not when they went-they went every one straight forward.

When the great soldier of thy Lord
Call'd thee to take his last farewell,
Teaching the Church with joy to tell
The story of your love restor❜d.

O then the glory and the bliss,
When all that pain❜d or seem'd amiss

Shall melt with earth and sin away!
When saints beneath their Saviour's eye,
Fill'd with each other's company,

Shall spend in love th' eternal day !

ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES.

Let the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted: but the rich, in that he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10.

DEAR is the morning gale of spring,

And dear th' autumnal eve;

But few delights can summer bring

A Poet's crown to weave.

Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry,

And ever Fancy's wing

Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky

To autumn or to spring.

Sweet is the infant's waking smile,

And sweet the old man's rest

But middle age by no fond wile,
No soothing calm is blest.

Still in the world's hot restless gleam
She plies her weary task,

While vainly for some pleasant dream
Her wandering glances ask.-

O shame upon thee, listless heart,
So sad a sigh to heave,

As if thy SAVIOUR had no part

In thoughts, that make thee grieve.

As if along His lonesome way

He had not borne for thee

Sad languors through the summer day,

Storms on the wintry sea.

Youth's lightning flash of joy secure

Pass'd seldom o'er His spright,A well of serious thought and pure, Too deep for earthly light.

No spring was His-no fairy gleam-
For He by trial knew

How cold and bare what mortals dream,
To worlds where all is true.

Then grudge not thou the anguish keen
Which makes thee like thy LoRd,

And learn to quit with eye serene
Thy youth's ideal hoard.

Thy treasur'd hopes and raptures highUnmurmuring let them go,

Nor grieve the bliss should quickly fly Which CHRIST disdain'd to know.

Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon;
The pure, calm hope be thine,

Which brightens, like the eastern moon,

As days wild lights decline.

Thus souls, by nature pitch'd too high,

By sufferings plung'd too low,
Meet in the Church's middle sky,
Half way 'twixt joy and woe,

To practise there the soothing lay
That sorrow best relieves :

Thankful for all God takes away,
Humbled by all He gives.

ST. BARNABAS.

The Son of consolation, a Levite. Acts iv. 36.

THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;

The truest wisdom there, and noblest art,
Is his, who skills of comfort best;

Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone

Enfeebled spirits own,

And love to raise the languid eye,

When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by :