Given a Son who left the peace unbroken

That reigns above,

That He might whisper God's great name unspoken,The name of Love.!

Have I not known Him? Yes, and still am knowing,
And more shall know;

Have not His sweet eyes guided all my going,
Wept with my woe;

Gleamed a bright dawn-hope when the clouds of sadness
Made my soul dim,

And looked their warning when an alien gladness
Lured me from Him?

Lord, when I tread this valley of our dying,
Sharp cliffs between,

Where over all one ghastly Shadow lying
Fills the ravine;

E'en then, Thy kingly sceptre being o'er me,
I will not fear;

Thy crook, my Shepherd, dimly seen before me,
My way shall clear.

And when the grave must yield her prey downstricken,
When sleep is o'er,

When the strange stirs of life begin to quicken
This form once more;

O Son of Man, if Thee and not another
I here have known,

If I may see Thee then, our first-born Brother,
Upon Thy throne,

How stern soe'er, how terrible in brightness,
That dawn shall break,

I shall he satisfied with Thy dear likeness
When I awake.

TO MY FRIEND,

George Bennet, Esq., of Sheffield, on his intended visit to Tahiti, and other islands of the South Sea, where Christianity had been recently established. J. MONTGOMERY, March 10th, 1821.

Go, take the wings of morn,

And fly beyond the utmost sea ;
Thou shalt not feel thyself forlorn,
Thy God is still with thee;

And where His Spirit bids thee dwell,
There, and there only, thou art well.

Forsake thy father-land,

Kindred, and friends and pleasant home;
O'er many a rude barbarian strand

In exile though thou roam,

Walk there with God, and thou shalt find
Double for all thy faith resigned.

Launch boldly on the surge,

And, in a light and fragile bark,

Thy path through flood and tempest urge,
Like Noah in the ark,

Then tread, like him, a new world's shore,
Thine altar build, and God adore.

Leave our Jerusalem,

Jehovah's temple and His rest;
Go where no Sabbath rose on them
Whom pagan gloom oppressed,

Till bright, though late, around their isles,
The Gospel dawn awoke in smiles.

Amidst that dawn, from far,

Be thine expected presence shown;
Rise on them like the morning-star
In glory not thine own,

And tell them, while they hail the sight,
Who turned thy darkness into light.

Point where His hovering rays

Already gild their ocean's brim,

Erelong o'er heaven and earth to blaze :
Direct all eyes to Him,

-The Sun of Righteousness, who brings
Mercy and healing on His wings.

Nor thou disdain to teach

To savage hordes celestial truth,
To infant tongues thy mother's speech,
Ennobling arts to youth,

Till warriors fling their arms aside
O'er bloodless fields the plough to guide.

Train them, by patient toil,

To rule the waves, subdue the ground,
Enrich themselves with nature's spoil,
With harvest-trophies crowned,
Till coral-reefs, midst desert seas,
Become the new Hesperides.

Thus then in peace depart,

And angels guide thy footsteps:-No! There is a feeling in the heart,

That will not let thee go:

Yet go, thy spirit stays with me:
Yet go, my spirit goes with thee.
Though the broad world, between

Our feet conglobe its solid mass ;
Though lands and oceans intervene,
Which I must never pass ;

Though day and night to thee be changed, Seasons reversed and climes estranged:

Yet one in soul--and one

In faith, and hope, and purpose yet,
God's witness in the heavens, yon sun,
Forbids thee to forget

Those from whose eyes his orb retires,
When thine his morning beauty fires!

When tropic gloom returns

Mark what new stars their vigils keep,
How glares the wolf,-the phoenix burns,
And on a stormless deep,

The ship of heaven,—the patriarch's dove,
The emblem of redeeming love.

While these enchant thine eye,

Oh think how often we have walked,
Gazed on the glories of our sky,
Of higher glories talked,

Till our hearts caught a kindling ray,
And burned within us by the way.

Those hours, those walks, are past:

We part and ne'er again may meet :
Why are the joys that will not last
So perishingly sweet?
Farewell, we surely meet again,
In life or death :-farewell till then.

HYMN TO NIAGARA.

HAIL! Sovereign of the World of Floods, whose majesty and might

First dazzles-then enraptures-then o'erawes the aching sight:

The pomp

of kings and emperors in every clime and zone,

Grows dim before the splendour of thy glorious watery

throne.

No fleets can stop thy progress, no armies bid thee stay ;. But onward-onward-onward-thy march still holds

its way.

The rising mist that veils thee, as thine herald goes before,

And the music that proclaims thee, is the thundering cataract's roar.

Thy diadem is an emerald green, of the clearest, purest

hue,

Set round with waves of snow-white foam, and spray of feathery dew:

While tresses of the brightest pearls float o'er thine ample sheet,

And the rainbow lays its gorgeous gems, in tribute, at thy feet.

Thy reign is of the ancient days, thy sceptre from on

high,

Thy birth was when the morning stars together sang with joy ;

The sun, the moon, and all the orbs that shine upon thee now,

Saw the first wreath of glory that entwined thine infant brow.

And from that hour to this, in which I gaze upon thy

stream,

From age to age-in winter's frost or summer's sultry

beam

By day, by night—without a pause-thy wave with loud acclaim,

In ceaseless sounds, have still proclaimed the Great Eternal's name.

For whether on thy forest banks, the Indian of the

wood,

Or, since his days, the Red Man's foe, on his fatherland have stood

Whoe'er has seen thine incense rise, or heard thy torrent roar,

Must have bent before the God of All! to worship and adore.