To know, when God the nations calls Oh let us live with Thee ! THE BEST MONARCHY. 'Let us love one another, for love is of God.' WHENE'ER an angry word is said, or unkind look is given, I think of my beloved dead, and of their rest in heaven; No cloud is ever on their brow, or passion taints their lips, The peace that wraps their spirits now, can suffer no eclipse. On earth they ever walked in love, amid a finer air, Robed in untiring gentleness, as in a mantle rare ; And if some shallow worldling soul e'er offered slight or wrong, They did but shake their glittering folds, and passed in light along. How often has a silent look, when accents harsh were spoken, Stayed, at its source, the flood that soon its bounds had madly broken; How oft the tender smile that told the offence was all forgiven, Hath pled with tongue most eloquent the cause of truth and heaven ! We boast the might of ancestry, of knowledge, wit, and gold, But there's a nobler sovereignty, of kingly lineage old; And passions' legions, 'neath that sway, fall back abashed and dumb, The power supreme of every age, past, present, and to come. O law of Love! the world within thou fill'st with holy light, Even as the morn the world without makes beautiful and bright! Of visible things, the sun is still God's grandest work confest, And of His secret gifts to man, thou art the purest— best! Ye, then, who e'er by hearth or board, with wrathful tones would mar The dear domestic peace, should guard our households like a star Weigh well the motto of my verse-a pearl with meaning fraught- And let it sink, like holy dew, into your inmost thought; If wise as serpents ye would prove, yet harmless as the dove, Give place to all sweet charities, and rule- O rule by love! JAMES G. SMALL. AMES G. SMALL is a native of Edinburgh, in which city his father, George Small, held office in the magistracy, and established the House of Refuge and the Lock Hospital. Having attended the University of Edinburgh, he there attained distinction as a successful competitor for various prize poems. In 1843, he published a volume of poems, entitled The Highlands, &c., and this work has since passed through several editions. Two small poetical works from his pen have likewise been well received. In 1847, Mr Small was ordained pastor of the Free Church at Bervie, Kincardineshire. THE WELCOME TO GLORY. A HEAVENLY Voice is falling My spirit to depart. With tottering footsteps wending Into the vale of death. Yet its dark precincts treading- I enter it undreading; For, wherefore should I fear? R That Shepherd is beside me, Then let me still, as slowly Soon, soon shall it be given In one full chorus pouring The Lamb that once was slain. And even while yet I'm numbered May not this heart be sweetly Its deep tones humbly blending HYMN FOR THE OPENING YEAR. 'MIDST wintry gloom, and winds that wail, Even so the life of faith begins- But as the balmy airs of spring Or from their breasts sweet nurture bring And they who sow in tears, shall reap Lord, if the year that now has fled Has left my soul so dark and dead Let all old things be passed away |