Tho' Jordan's waves roll cold and chill, To the bright world of day. Tho' dark and drear the valley looks, There free from sn, and free from pain, When I have done with earthly things, DEATH. Ye gloomy shades prepare me room, There free from sin my dust shall lie, Though dark and gloomy death appears, Though Jordan's waves like mountains roll, Lo, Jesus stands with open arms, Joined with the seraphims above, When I can view the landscape o'er, Death now has lost its poisonous sting, And when my heart-strings here shall break, DEAR SISTER-The above poem you may consider tinged with shade of melancholy, but I never felt a more unshaken confidence in God than at present, though my temporal circumstances are of the most aggravating nature. I feel as if his billows had all passed over me; he still upholds me by the right hand of his power. When 1 am called to pass through the valley of the shadow of death, his rod and his staff shall sustain me. Death is now robbed of its sting. Dear Sister, I feel that when death receives this darkened lantern of clay, it can shout no victory. I believe these light afflictions will work out for me a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, if I am properly exercised by them. I pray that I may kiss the rod from the hand of him that sent it. From your affectionate sister, D. S, G. CHRIST AMONG THE CANDLE STICKS. [And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like nnto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.Rev. 1: 13, 15.] Jesus in heaven his beauty shows, Among the candlesticks he walks, Ilis robe flows brightly to his feet; No earthly monarch here can know His beauty, too, was all divine, His feet were like the burnished brass His eyes were as a flaming sword: Although his face may wear a frown, When we make our complaint. He ne'er will turn his face away When unto him we humbly pray, And plead his righteous blood. Upon us ever has he smiled, THE EFFECTS OF SIN. flow vain are all our ways, How sinful every thought; The way of truth we often leave, What pleasure can we find, Darkness and gloom will us surround, In darkness here we grope. The way of sin is dark, It leads us down to death; If we would here obey, The God that rules on high; [The following was published in the N. Y. Democrat, dedicated to Miss ELIZABETH H. DENNY, late matron of the Institution for the Blind, by her affectionate pupil D. S. GILES.] With anguish now our bosom swell, The blind girl's mother, sister, friend, |