In childlike trust serenely going To that last trial of thy faith! O, far away, DANIEL NEALL. Where never shines our Northern star With forehead to its damp wind bare, And taro-plains of Tooboonai, 137 And joining with a seraph's tongue And though the ways of Zion mourn His ancient watch around us keepeth ; To gather to the fold once more And Zion's broken walls restore ; Were strengthened and refreshed by And, through the travail and the toil thine. For blessed by our Father's hand Was thy deep love and tender care, Thy ministry and fervent prayer, Grateful as Eschol's clustered vine To Israel in a weary land! And they who drew By thousands round thee, in the hour Of prayerful waiting, hushed and deep, That He who bade the islands keep Silence before him, might renew Their strength with his unslumbering power, They too shall mourn that thou art gone, That nevermore thy aged lip Shall soothe the weak, the erring warn, Of those who first, rejoicing, heard Through thee the Gospel's glorious word, Seals of thy true apostleship. And, if the brightest diadem, Whose gems of glory purely burn Around the ransomed ones in bliss, Be evermore reserved for them Who here, through toil and sorrow, turn Of true obedience, minister Beauty for ashes, and the oil Of joy for mourning, unto her ! With fresher life be clothed upon; Who tranquilly in Life's great task- | When, in calm trust, the pure and tran field wrought, And, side by side with evil, scarcely caught A stain upon his pilgrim garb of white: Prompt to redress another's wrong, his Own quil-hearted Lay down to die. And on thy ears my words of weak con- Leaving to Time and Truth and Peni- The funeral bell which in thy heart is tolling, I will not mock thee with the A true and brave and downright honest Nor man! were still; poor And heartless phrase, wrong the memory of a sainted And, while "Lord, Lord!" the pious Yet, would I say what thy own heart tyrants cried, Who, in the poor, their Master crucified, GOOD. So calm, so constant was his rectitude, That by his loss alone we know its worth, And feel how true a man has walked with us on earth. 6th 6th month, 1846. TO MY FRIEND ON THE DEATH THINE is a grief, the depth of which They live on earth, in thought and I never knew, like thee, the dear de- She lives and loves thee, and the God parted; I stood not by thou servest To both is true. THE LAKE-SIDE. Thrust in thy sickle ! - England's toil- | We miss her in the place of prayer, 139 And by the hearth-fire's light; We pause beside her door to hear Once more her sweet "Good-night !" There seems a shadow on the day, Alone unto our Father's will One thought hath reconciled; That He whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home his child. Fold her, O Father! in thine arms, Our human hearts and thee. Still let her mild rebuking stand And grant that she who, trembling, here May welcome to her holier home THE LAKE-SIDE. THE shadows round the inland sea They chase the lessening light. Lake of the Hills! where, cool and sweet, Thy sunset waters lie! Along the sky, in wavy lines, O'er isle and reach and bay, Green-belted with eternal pines, The mountains stretch away. Below, the maple masses sleep Where shore with water blends, While midway on the tranquil deep The evening light descends. So seemed it when yon hill's red crown, Of old, the Indian trod, And, through the sunset air, looked down Upon the Smile of God. 47 To him of light and shade the laws He saw these mountains in the light His loving voice he heard, Man stood before the Lord. Thanks, O our Father! that, like him, In radiant hill and woodland dim, THE HILL-TOP. THE burly driver at my side, We slowly climbed the hill, I felt the cool breath of the North; And, glimmering through the sun-haze warm, Far as the eye could roam, Dark billows of an earthquake storm Beflecked with clouds like foam, Their vales in misty shadow deep, Their rugged peaks in shine, I saw the mountain ranges sweep The horizon's northern line. There towered Chocorua's peak; and west, Moosehillock's woods were seen, With many a nameless slide-scarred crest And pine-dark gorge between. Beyond them, like a sun-rimmed cloud, The great Notch mountains shone, Watched over by the solemn-browed And awful face of stone ! "A good look-off!" the driver spake : "About this time, last year, I drove a party to the Lake, And stopped, at evening, here. "A lady, who, from Thornton hill, Had cheered the long, dull ride, Her sweet face, in the sunset light I never saw a prettier sight "As good as fair; it seemed her joy His manhood did not shame : "I dare say, sir, you may have known-" He named a well-known name. Then sank the pyramidal mounds, The blue lake fled away; For mountain-scope a parlor's bounds, A lighted hearth for day! From lonely years and weary miles The shadows fell apart; Kind voices cheered, sweet human smiles Shone warm into my heart. We journeyed on; but earth and sky ALL day the darkness and the cold But now my torpid fancy wakes, Below me roar the rocking pines, Before me spreads the lake Whose long and solemn-sounding waves I hear the wild Rice-Eater thresh I hear the far-off voyager's horn; By forest, lake, and waterfall, I see his pedler show; The mighty mingling with the mean, He's whittling by St. Mary's Falls, He's measuring o'er the Pictured Rocks, I hear the mattock in the mine, I see the swarthy trappers come Behind the scared squaw's birch canoe, I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be; 141 The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Is rounding into form! Each rude and jostling fragment soon Its fitting place shall find, The raw material of a State, Its muscle and its mind! And, westering still, the star which leads Has tipped with fire the icy spears The snowy cones of Oregon Are kindling on its way; Then blessings on thy eagle quill, I thank thee for this twilight dream Yet, welcomer than regal plumes, sown, Like feathers on the wind. Thy symbol be the mountain-bird, In thee, let joy with duty join, And strength unite with love, So, when in darkness sleeps the valę MEMORIES. A BEAUTIFUL and happy girl, With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl, Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair; |