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Never shines a ray so bright
Grief's dark clouds may o'er us roll,
And sorrow's tears in torrents flow; Still, through all these clouds and storms, Shines this purest heavenly gem,
With a ray that kindly warms
When we cross the roaring wave
That rolls on life's remotest shore; When we look into the grave,
And wander through this world no more; This, the lamp whose genial ray,
Like some brightly-glowing gem, Points to man his darkling way The Star that rose in Bethlehem.
Let the world be sunk in sorrow,
We can see a fair tomorrow
This, her beacon, Hope displays;
When this gloomy life is o'er,
When we smile in bliss above,
We enjoy the heaven of love,-
O! what rays of love divine
WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It was my guide, my light, my all,
Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
The Star!- the Star of Bethlehem!
H. K. White.
CHILDHOOD OF JESUS.
"After three days they found him in the temple." — Luke ii. 46.
ABASHED be all the boast of age,
O wisdom, whose unfading power
To frame, in nature's earliest hour,
Yet didst not Thou disdain awhile
But, in thy Father's own abode,
So may our youth adore thy name,
THE MOTHER AND THE CHILD.
[The following lines do not illustrate, and are not founded upon any particular passage in the Gospels: but those who appreciate their touching and simple beauty, -as well as the parent who has "an angel in heaven," will excuse their introduction here.]
AMONG green pleasant meadows
There oft on summer evenings,
That sanctified the grove.
Oft sat his mother by him,
And told how the Lord Jesus
And now from highest heaven