Hoping, trufting, free from danger,
Till the trumpet end her reft ;
Till the trump which fhakes creation,
Through the circling heaven shall roll,
Till the day of consummation,

Till the bridal of the soul.

Can I trust a fellow-being?
Can I trust an angel's care?
O, thou merciful All-seeing,
Beam around my spirit there!
Jesus, bleffed Mediator,

Thou the airy path haft trod!
Thou, the Judge, the Consummator,
Shepherd of the fold of God!

Bleffed fold! no foe can enter,
And no friend departeth thence:
Jesus is their sun, their centre,
And their fhield Omnipotence:

-Bleffed! for the Lamb fhall feed them,
All their tears fhall wipe away;
To the living fountains lead them,
Till fruition's perfect day.

Lo! it comes, that day of wonder,
Louder chorals fhake the skies;
Hades' gates are burft asunder,
See the new-clothed myriads rise!

Thought, reprefs thy weak endeavor,
Here must reason proftrate fall :

O the ineffable For-Ever!

And the Eternal All in All!

Conder.

TH

HEAVEN.

HE golden palace of my God
Towering above the clouds I see;
Beyond the cherub's bright abode,
Higher than angels' thoughts can be.
How can I in those courts appear
Without a wedding-garment on ?
Conduct me, thou Life-giver, there,
Conduct me to thy glorious throne !
And clothe me with thy robes of light,
And lead me through fin's darksome night,
My Saviour and my God.

Ruffian Poetry.

THE VALEDICTION.

HEN the death-dews dim my eyes,

Wand my bosom panting lies,

Ebbing life's receding fighs,

Shorter, fainter, growing;

Ere my spirit breaks her way,
Through her prison-walls of clay,
Into realms of endless day-

The land to which I'm going

May the dear familiar band

Of weeping friends that round me stand, Watching the decreafing sand,

Faft and fafter flowing,

Chant some low ftrain, blending well
With the solemn paffing bell,

Of the holy home to tell

The land to which I'm going.

Let them fing, "Dear suffering one,

Soon thy journey will be done,

Thy fight be fought, thy race be run:
Thy soul, with rapture glowing,

The everlasting hills fhall see,

Where pain no more can come to thee,

And neither fin nor sorrow be

The land to which thou 'rt going.

"He thy Saviour and thy guide,

For thy guilty sake that died,
Even now is by thy fide,

Comfort thoughts beftowing.
Angelic forms their arms extend,
And smileth many a long-loft friend
Glad welcome to thy journey's end-

The land to which thou 'rt going."

Then, as the burden of their song
In faint sweet cadence dies along,
One happy, radiant look among

That group of mourners throwing;
Juft as they faded from my view,
I fain would breathe one fond adieu,
Till in that land we meet anew-

The land to which I'm going.

OVER THE RIVER.

VER the river they beckon to me

O ones

Loved ones who 've croffed to the further fide;

The gleam of their snowy robes I see,

But their voices are drowned in the rushing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,

And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue;
He croffed in the twilight, gray and cold,
And the pale mist hid him from mortal view.
We e saw not the angels who met him there;
The gates of the city we could not see;
Over the river, over the river,

My brother stands waiting to welcome me!

Over the river, the boatman pale

Carried another the household pet:

Darling Minnie! I see her yet.
She croffed on her bosom her dimpled hands,
And fearleffly entered the phantom bark;
We watched it glide from the filver sands,

And all our sunshine grew strangely dark.
We know she is safe on the further fide,
Where all the ransomed and angels be;
Over the river, the myftic river,

My childhood's idol is waiting for me.