Thee, Lord, they praise! each wind that sweeps

The dark woods, and the sea,

And floods from their unfathom'd deeps

Lift up their voice to Thee.

Monarch of majesty and might!

How was thy power displayed, When yonder firmament of light

And all the world were made!

How grand!-how beautiful the arch
Of night's unclouded sky,

When countless planets hold their march,
And praise Thee silently!

The day is joyous with its songs,
Its sunbeams and its flowers;

But high and holy thought belongs
To night's serener hours.

NEWPORT, R. I.

S. S. C.

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SABBATH EVENING IN THE COUN TRY.

I've seen upon the city's bound
The sabbath evening close;

But thoughtless throngs with varied sound
Disturb'd its blest repose :-

I've mark'd it o'er the rural scene
Unfold its sheltering wing serene,

While, hush'd to concord sweet,

Breeze, grove and dell, and stream combin'd
To soothe that silence of the mind

Which woos the Paraclete.

I stood beside a lowly dome,

Where peace and love abode,

And fragrant through that cottage home
The breath of summer flow'd,-

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Fresh flowerets through the casement peer'd,
The sleeping dog no harshness fear'd
His master's feet beside,

While he, in true contentment blest,
With every anxious thought at rest,
The gathering twilight eyed.

She too, his friend from youth to age,
The dearest and the best,

Gave to his ear that sacred page

On which their hope did rest;—

The aiding glass was o'er her eye,
And from her cheek the roseate die
With gayer years did part,
But her calm brow that beauty spake
Which time more exquisite doth make,
The beauty of the heart.

Fast by her side, with blooming face,
Her gentle daughter rose,
Nurtur'd in all the simple grace
Which pious care bestows.

Maiden!-thou hear'st that word whose power
Can give thee, for thy trial hour,

Strength when the heart doth bow,

Peace though the stricken bosom bleeds,