(x.) TRUE RECTITUDE.

["And herein do I exercise myself, to have always a conscience void of offence toward God and toward men." Acis xxiv. 16.]

WHAT Constitutes the true nobility?

Not wealth, nor name, nor outward pomp, nor power;
Fools have them all; and vicious men may be

The idols and the pageants of an hour.
But 't is to have a good and honest heart,
Above all meanness and above all crime,
And act the right and honorable part
In every circumstance of place and time.
He, who is thus, from God his patent takes,
His Maker formed him the true nobleman;
Whate'er is low and vicious he forsakes,

And acts on rectitude's unchanging plan.

Things change around him; changes touch not him;

The star, that guides his path, fails not, nor waxes dim.

(XI.) SUBJECTION TO GOD.

["See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no God with me; I kill and I make alive; I wound and I heal; neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand." Deut. xxxii. 39.]

SOMETIMES doth my up-lifted heart suggest
It is not good Jehovah's yoke to bear;

Forgive, oh God, the thought, and teach my breast
There's safety in thine arm, and only there.
If God be not my master, where's my place?
If I his kingdom leave, where shall I go?
E'en frighted Chaos bows before his face,
And Hell's dark world doth his dominion know.
May my poor will, O God, be bowed to thine,
Each thought, each purpose, feeling, as thine own,
Ever harmonious with thy great design,

And humbly circling round the central throne.
In thee I live, with thee move joyous on,

Without thy power am lost, extinct, and gone.

(XII.) THE MILLENNIAL DAY.

["They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea." Isa. xi. 9.]

UPON God's Holy Mountain all is peace.

Of clanging arms and cries and wail, no sound
Goes up to mingle with the gentle breeze,
That bears its perfumed whispers all around.
Beneath its trees that spread their blooming light,
The spotted leopard walks; the ox is there;
The yellow lion stands in conscious might,
Beneath the dewy and illumined air.

A little child doth take him by the mane,

And leads him forth, and plays beneath his breast.
Nought breaks the quiet of that blest domain,

Nought mars its harmony and heavenly rest:
Picture divine and emblem of that day,

When peace on earth and truth shall hold unbroken sway

(XIII.) THE SOVereign will.

["Thou hast a mighty arm; strong is thy hand, and high is thy right hand." Psalm lxxxix. 13.]

THERE is one ruling power, one sovereign will,

One sum and centre of efficiency.

'Tis like the mystic wheel within the wheel The prophet saw at Chebar. Its decree Goes from the centre to the utmost bounds Of universal nature. Its embrace And penetrating touch pervades, surrounds Whate'er has life or form or time or place. It garnishes the heavens, and it gives A terror and a voice to ocean's wave. In all the pure and gilded heights it lives, Nor less in earth's obscurest, deepest cave. Around, above, below its might is known, Encircling great and small, the footstool and the throne.

(XIV.) HE STANDETH AT THE DOOR.

["My head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." Cant. v. 2.]

THE stars are shining from their depths of blue,
And one is standing at the door and knocks;
He knocks to enter in. His raven locks
Are heavy with the midnight's glittering dew.
He is our FRIEND; and great his griefs have been,
The thorns, the cross, the garden's deep distress,
Which he hath suffered for our happiness;

And shall we not arise, and let him in?

All hail, thou chosen one, thou source of bliss!
Come with thy bleeding feet, thy wounded side;
Alas, for us Thou hast endured all this;

Enter our doors, and at our hearth abide!

Chill are the midnight dews, the midnight air;

Come to our hearts and homes, and make thy dwelling there.