all your own; and enough to perplex your soul, and bow your neck till the day of your death; therefore pray; and get an answer from God, and he will direct you in the way you should go, Fare thee well. Thy willing Servant in the gospel of the Lord, W. H. A GOSPEL DRAUGHT FROM NATURE'S BREAST. INTENDED FOR RICKETTY CHILDREN. "For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and godhead," Rom. i. 20. THE wheel of nature as she rolls, her strange revolving tour, Could woods and groves but bear their part with my enraptur'd soul, ON DAY AND NIGHT. "Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge; there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard," Psalm xix. 2, 3. Now sable night her veil has spread, bedeck'd with solemn gloom, Which shews the mansions of the dead, the sinner's endless doom; An emblem of my dreadful state, till sov'reign grace appear'd, Enrapt in crimes of deadly hate, against the storm prepar'd, The spring of day begins to rise and chase the gloomy shade, His light reveals the gloomy path my stubborn spirit trod, Each just reflection quick return'd, and brought some crime to light, What wretched state of deep distress! thus destitute of grace, The rising sun shews his return, his warmer rays emit; Each parched pow'r receives supplies; he fructifies the whole, ON THE OWL. "I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert," Psalm cii. 6. "I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls,” Job xxx. 28, 29. THE nightly watchman of the wood, the grave majestie owl, When day has left all nature mute, he makes his lonely moan; So doth the guilty sinner try to shun the rays of light, The vain and the unthinking herd his words and looks discard, ON EVERGREENS. "The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee, the fir tree, the pine tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious," Isa lx. 13. "And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season: his leaf also shall not wither, and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper," Psalm i. 3. THE lowly box and lofty pine their native garb possess, Both cold and heat in vain combine to blast their verdant dress : For, saith the everlasting Lord, Thy leaf shall never die. The piercing hail and violent storm may wave the tow'ring top, Its life and strength in many a fold from human sight's conceal'd, My life divine is still secure in one immortal root, And as the stock and root endure so must the leaf and fruit. The willow by the water-course receives supply and grows, |