Let it strongly shine within,

To scatter all the clouds of sin,

That drive, when gusts of passion rise, And intercept it from our eyes.

Let its glory more than vie
With the sun that lights the sky :
Let it swiftly mount in air,

Mount with that, and leave it there
And soar with more aspiring flight
To realms of everlasting Light.

Thus, while here I'm forced to be,
I daily wish to live with thee;
And feel that union which thy love
Will, after death, complete above.

;

From my soul I send my prayer;
Great Creator, bow thine ear;
Thou, for whose propitious sway
The world was taught to see the day;
Who spoke the word, and earth begun,
And showed its beauties in the sun,

With pleasure I thy creatures view,
And would with good affection too ;
Good affection sweetly free,

Loose from them, and wove to thee,

O, teach me due returns to give,
And to thy glory let me live;

And then my days shall shine the more,
Or pass more blessed than before.

HYMN FOR EVENING.

PARNELL.

The beam-repelling mists arise,
And evening spreads obscurer skies;
The twilight will the night forerun,
And night itself be soon begun.

Upon thy knees devoutly bow,
And pray the Lord of glory, now
"To fill thy heart, or deadly sin
May cause a blinder night within.

And, whether pleasing vapors rise, Which gently dim the closing eyes; Which make the weary members blessed With sweet refreshment in their rest;

Or whether spirits in the brain
Dispel their soft embrace again;

And on my watchful bed I stay, Forsook by sleep, and waiting day;

Be God forever in my view,
And never he forsake me too;
But still, as day concludes in night,
To break again with new-born light.

His wondrous bounty let me find,
With still a more enlightened mind,
Where grace and love in one agree
Grace from God, and love from me,

Grace, that will from heaven inspire —
Love, that seals it in desire :
Grace and love that mingle beams,
And fill me with increasing flames.

Thou, that hast thy palace far
Above the moon, and every star,-
Thou, that sittest on a throne,

To which the night was never known ;
Regard my voice, and make me blest,
By kindly granting its request.

If thoughts on thee my soul employ,
My darkness will afford me joy,
Till thou shalt call and I shall soar,
And part with darkness evermore.

THE PASSION FLOWER — A LEGEND

OF PALESTINE.

J. H. BRIGHT.

Gone was the glory of Judea's crown,

And quenched that promised Star,

Before whose light the nations should fall down And worship from afar.

And night came o'er Judea; deeper gloom

Shadowed that feeble throng,

That now to Carmel from the Saviour's tomb
Wound mournfully along.

Through the long moonless hours they lingered there,
Wet by the dews of even,

And on the viewless pinions of the air,

Their prayers went up to heaven.

And ever when the whispering breezes stirred

The pliant boughs of palm,

Or nestled in the trees the unquiet bird,
Breaking the midnight calm -

Their quick ears caught the melancholy sound,
And a dejected eye

Amid the deepened shadows wandered round,
As if their Lord drew nigh.

And then upon their aching sense would press

That loud unearthly cry,

Wrung from their Master, in his last distress

Of mortal agony.

Morn glowed upon the mountains; strange bright flowers

Like diamonds chased in gold,

That ne'er before had shone in fields or bowers

Their mystic leaves unfold.

And in each blossom, lo! the cross appears,

The thorny coronal;

The nails, the pillar, and the Roman spears,

A glory circling all.

Then, sacred flower! their grief was turned to praise,

And drooping sorrow fled,

Since He who bade thee bloom, they knew could

raise

Their Saviour from the dead.

Three days within the grave's unbroken gloom

The hope of Israel slept,

Three mournful days around his guarded tomb

The holy watch was kept.

And from that hour, where'er thy buds expand,
Thou art of flowers the pride;

And nature's witness to all time dost stand,