The eminent author of the following poem is a minister of He was born at the Congregational Church of Scotland. Leith, Aug. 24, 1808, and is now pastor of the Augustine Church, Edinburgh, and Professor of Divinity. He edited the third edition of Kitto's "Cyclopædia of Biblical Literature." No more, no more of the cares of time! And sorrow and care are all unknown: Oh yes, let me hear of its blissful bowers, And its trees of life, and its fadeless flowers; Of its crystal streets and its radiant throng, With their harps of gold and their endless song; Of its glorious palms and its raiment white, And its streamlets all lucid with living light; And its emerald plains, where the ransomed stray, Mid the bloom and the bliss of a changeless day. -- And tell me of those who are resting there, To herald me home to my rest on high? Thus, thus, sweet sister, let me hear That circles the home of our early love; From the loved upon earth to the blest in the skies, And lose the sweet tones I have loved so long, In the glorious burst of the heavenly song. WILLIAM LINDSAY ALEXANDER, D. D. THE POET AND NATURE. ASPIRATIONS. ADAM GOTTLOB OehlenschlaegER, the greatest of Danish poets, was born at Copenhagen, Nov. 14, 1779, and died at the same place, Jan. 20, 1850. His first collected poeins were published in 1803 and 1805, though he had written verse at the age of ten. Influenced by Henrich Steffens, he studied the philosophy of Schelling, and in 1805, on a visit to Germany, became acquainted with Fichte, Schleiermacher, Wieland, Jean Paul, and Goethe, by whom he was cordially received. In 180g he became Professor of Esthetics in the University of Copenhagen, and the remainder of his life was that of a quiet scholar. His great and almost universal genius was expressed in a style of considerable adornment. His death caused public mourning. Он, teach me, thou forest, to testify glad, As in autumn the gloom of thy yellowing leaf, That my spring cometh back after winter the sad, That my tree gleameth green after mournfulness brief. The roots of my tree stand strong, deep, and divine In eternity's summer; oh, why then repine? Bird of passage, thou frail little thing, oh, teach me To fly with bold wing and with spirit as bold, To lands undiscovered far over the sea. When all here is stormy and cloudy and cold, Throws wide open its gates, a sweet paradise there; Let me haste to its sunshine, its odorous air. Oh, teach me, oh, teach me, thou butterfly bright, To shatter the chrysalis dungeon and chain, Which rob me of freedom, of joy, and of light: I grovel, a worm, in this desert of pain: But soon, ah! sublimely transfigured, I fly, With wings valiant, of purple and gold, in the sky. From thy throne in the clouds, thou, Lord, smilest to me. My Christ, my loved Jesus, thou mighty to save, Oh, help me to conquer all sorrow, like thee. Hope's green banner, Redeemer, victorious wave; How bitter thy cross amid Calvary's gloom! Thy triumph how wondrous, how grand, o'er the tomb! Translated from the Danish of OEHLENSCHLAEGER. NATURE'S PRAISE. ANNA FINCH, daughter of Sir William Kingsmill, of Southampton, England, and wife of Heneage, Earl of Winchelsea, is the poet whose "delightful pictures" of external nature Wordsworth singled out as the only ones, except a passage or two in Pope's Windsor Forest," worthy of note between "Paradise Lost" and "The Seasons." Her poems were first published in 1731, the best known of them being entitled "The Atheist and the Acorn." Lady Winchelsea died in 1720. To the Almighty, on his radiant throne, Let endless hallelujahs rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous heights to us unknown, Praise Him, ye heavens unreached by mortal eyes, Praise Him, in your degree, ye sublunary skies! Praise Him, ye angels that before him bow, Yon creatures of celestial frame, Our guests of old, our wakeful guardians now; Praise Him, and with like zeal our hearts inflame, Transporting then our praise to seats from whence you came! Praise Him, thou sun in thy meridian force! Praise Him, thou gentler guide of silent night, Which dost to solemn praise and serious thoughts invite! Praise Him, ye humid vapors, which remain Unfrozen by the sharper air ; Praise Him, as you return in showers again, To bless the earth and make her pastures fair! Praise Him, ye climbing fires, the emblems of our prayer! Praise Him, ye waters petrified above, Ye shredded clouds that fall in snow, Praise Him, for that you so divided move; Ye hailstones, that you do not larger grow, Nor, in one solid mass, oppress the world below! Praise Him, ye soaring fowls, still as you fly, And on gay plumes your bodies raise! You insects, which in dark recesses lie, Although the extremest distances you try, Be reconciled in this, to offer mutual praise! Praise Him, thou earth, with thy unbounded JOHN AUSTIN was born of good family at Walpole, Norfolk, England, and was educated at Cambridge. He became a Catholic, and died, in 1669, a triumphant death. He condemned persecution for religion in a pamphlet entitled "The Christian Moderator." HARK, my soul, how everything Nature's chief and sweetest choir Though their voices lower be, All the flowers that gild the spring If Heaven bless them, thankful, they Only we can scarce afford |