See, your Saviour is ascended, See, He looks with pity down! MICHAEL BRUCE. ICHAEL BRUCE, a short-lived poet of remarkable promise, was born of humble parents in the village of Kinneswood, Kinross-shire, in 1746. During a curriculum of four years, he studied at Edinburgh University; he was subsequently employed as teacher of an adventure-school at Forrest Mill, near Alloa. He died of consumption in July 1767, in his twenty-first year. An obelisk denotes his grave in the churchyard of Portmoak. Simplicity and tenderness are the characteristics of his poetry. ODE TO SPRING. Now Spring returns, but not to me returns And all the joys of life with health are flown. Starting and shiv'ring in th' inconstant wind, And count the silent moments as they pass. The winged moments, whose unstaying speed Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate, I hear the helpless wail, the shriek of woe; Farewell, ye blooming fields! ye cheerful plains! And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the close of eve, When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes; The world and all its busy follies leave, And talk with wisdom where my Daphnis lies. There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, When death shall shut these weary, aching eyes; Rest in the hope of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise. JOHN LOGAN. OHN LOGAN, an eminent Scottish clergyman and sacred poet, was born at Soutra, Mid-Lothian, in 1748. He studied at the University of Edinburgh, and being licensed Her to preach, was, in 1773, ordained to the pastoral charge of South Leith. In 1786 he resigned his charge, and proceeding to London, employed himself in literary pursuits. His death took place in December 1788. Logan is author of a considerable number of the Paraphrases of the Scottish Church. His published Sermons are models of Christian oratory. HEAVENLY WISDOM. O HAPPY is the man who hears For she has treasures greater far In her right hand she holds to view Riches, with splendid honours joined, She guides the young with innocence, A crown of glory she bestows D According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, THE GREAT HIGH-PRIEST. WHERE high the Heav'nly Temple stands, He who for men their Surety stood, Though now ascended up on high, Our Fellow-suff'rer yet retains In ev'ry pang that rends the heart, With boldness therefore at the throne THE MOUNTAIN OF THE LORD. Above the mountains and the hills, To this the joyful nations round, The beam that shines from Zion hill - The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, No longer hosts, encount'ring hosts, Come, then, oh come from ev'ry land, To worship at His shrine; PRAYER OF THE BELIEVER. O God of Abraham! by whose hand Who through this weary pilgrimage |