But the Loadstone staid,
For he was not afraid,
And now you shall hear what a speech he made
"It is plain to me
"That we cannot agree,
"As you only wish to be seen and see.
"Now I,-I'm aware,
"Have no beauty to spare;
"But of use, if you talk-ah! I beat you there! "It was owing to me,
"That the ship which brought thee,
"Found her way from America, over the sea. "You are pretty, 'tis true,
"But I yield not to you,
"Till you answer me candidly, What can you do?"
"GO TO THE CROSS."
CHILD of conviction, deep and strong,
Worn by the strife maintained so long,
"Twixt grace and sin, 'twixt right and wrong,
"Go to the Cross."
Are thine eyes opened full to see,
Thy sinfulness, thy poverty?
There's a rich righteousness for thee.
"Go to the Cross."
Is thy heart pressed by worldly care—
Is fierce temptation restless there?
Do idols strive thy heart to share?
"Go to the Cross."
Whate'er thy sorrow, what thy load,
However rough and steep the road
What taunt, what jeer thy spirits goad,
"Go to the Cross,"
Thinkest thou of the Judgment Day
Justice-thy sins-in strong array,
Fearless to all; in triumph say,
THE DRAGON FLY.
WITH Wings like crystal air,
Dyed with the rainbow's dye;
Fluttering here and there—
Tell me, Dragon fly,
Whence thou comest,
Where thou roamest,
Art thou of the earth or sky?
'Mong plumes of meadow-sweet
I see thee glance and play,
Or light with airy feet
Upon a nodding spray ;
Or sailing slow,
Through the sunshine far away.
Tell me, prythee, Dragon fly,
What and whence thou art?
Art thou of the earth or sky,
Or of flowers, a part?
And who together,
This fine weather,
Put thee, glorious as thou art?
He maketh no reply;
But all things answer loud, "He who formed the Dragon fly,
"Formed sun, and sea, and cloud; "Formed flower and tree,
"Formed me and thee,
"With nobler gifts endowed!"
Save for the Eternal Thought,
Bright shape, thou hadst not been,
He from dull matter wrought
Thy purple and thy green;
And made thee take,
E'en for my sake,
Thy beauty and thy sheen!
PRINCIPALL POINTES OF RELIGION.
To pray to God continually;
To learne to know him rightfully;
To honor God in Trinitie;
The Trinitie in unitie,
The Father in his maiestie;
The Sonne in his humanitie;
The Holy Ghost's benignitie;
Three persons one in Deitie;
To serve him alway holily;
To aske him all thing needfully;
To prayse him alway worthily;
To loue him alway stedfastly;
To dread him alway fearfully;
To obey him alway willingly;
To abide him alway patiently;
To thank him alway thankfully;
To liue here alway virtuously;
To use thy neighbour honestly;
To looke for death still presently;
To helpe the poore in misery;
To hope for heaven's felicity;
To have Faith, Hope, and Charitie;
To counte this lyfe but vanitie-
Bee points of Christianitie.
GENERAL SUPPLICATION.
Though private prayér be a brave design,
Yet public hath more promises-more love.
And love's a weight to hearts; to eyes, a sign.
We all are but cold suitors: let us move
Where it is warmest. Leave thy six and seven;
Pray with the most-for where most pray, is heaven.
HERBERT.
THE QUEEN OF SHEBA.
GLITTERING with orient splendour-silver sheen,
And gay bedizenry of pearls and gold,
On patient camel, or on courser bold,
The cavalcade came on; of regal mien,
One in the centre rode, swart guards between,
Huge Nubians, built in nature's athlete mould;
It was a sight most glorious to behold,
This desert progress of great Sheba's queen.
And gifts she brings-all that the teeming East
Brings forth of beauty-gems of radiance rare;
Spices, and unguents rich, and not the least
Vessels of chaséd gold her menials bear;
Why journeys she so far? She comes to share,
With Solomon the Wise, in wisdom's feast.
"All is vanity and vexation of spirit."-Solomon.
AND were it mine with stately step to tread
O'er tezzled marbles, while soft harmonies
Float round. Did sculpture, or the classic frieze,
Recal the memories of the mighty dead,
Were it my favored fortune-had I read
The treasured glories of all histories,
Or did high poësy enchant my ease,
Vain were such joys-true happiness had fled.
Happier his lot, who in some distant nook,
Green forest, may be, by clear babbling brook,
Far from the jarring pettiness of man,
Reads of his Maker in great Nature's book,
And while his eye creation's wealth doth scan, Through nature, up to "Nature's God," doth look,
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