Lo! I see the man of God
Hastening o'er the dewy sod:
His happy heart, his face, his air,
Tell at once that Christ is there.

Lo! I see the Christian train
Coming forward o'er the plain :
Let me join the holy throng,
Jesus all my grateful song!

THE WIDOW OF NAIN.

"And it came to pass the day after, that he went into a city called Nain; and many of his disciples went with him, and much people. And when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow."-Luke vii. 11, 12.

"OH! heavy lies thy chastening rod!

He was my only son;

And I'm a widow-help, my God,

Or I am quite undone !"

Thus to her faithful friends at Nain

She made her bitter moan:

"Oh! he will never come again!
Alas! he's dead and gone!"

But when the Saviour met the bier,
Compassion fill'd his breast;
With heavy sighs, approaching near,
He thus the corpse address'd :-

"Young man, arise! I say to thee;
I say, young man, arise!"
Conceive the mother's ecstasy,
Conceive her wild surprise.

"And art thou thus to life restor❜d?
Restor❜d to wretched me?-
O may I spend each day, my Lord,
In gratitude to thee!"

MINISTRY OF ANGELS.

BID thy angels tarry round me,
Round my home, and round my bed,-
Yes! o'er thy unworthy William

Let their fostering wings be spread.

When, at night, immerg'd in darkness, In the lone and midnight hour, When the howling tempest scares me, Bid them then exert their power.

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And when sunbeams shed their splendour,
Bid them still pursue their work,
In the busy scenes of daylight,

When ten thousand dangers lurk.

When engag'd in serious study,
Or, perhaps, at festive play,
By the worldly throng surrounded,
In temptation's thorny way-

Let them be my faithful guardians:
Soon I'll ask their aid no more;
Soon I'll be a happy angel,

Like themselves, on Zion's shore.

By my Saviour's blood made holy,
Soon all dress'd in robes of white,
Soon among the ransom'd number,
I shall be a saint of light!

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

AH me! my little wren is gone,

Ah! what makes the family all look so sad?
And dost thou weep, my Henry dear,

Behold yon cottage, shaded high with trees,

Bid thy angels tarry round me,

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By the little village bridge,

Coo, my pigeon! coo away!

Croak, you cruel raven! croak!

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Farewell, lovely Summer, thon heart-cheering season;

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Floating down the little stream

Freeze, shiver, and tremble, sure Winter is come;

Hush O! Hush O! my baby dear!

I never saw so sweet a scene

In passing, this morning, Lord Elville's demesne,

Little lady, prithee turn;

Make ready! huzza!

Mamma, come, see the pretty bower

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Mamma, dear mamma, will you come to yon tree?

Mamma, why does that little bee

Moon, O moon! O yellow moon!

Mother, stop! my heart is breaking!

Oh! heavy lies thy chastening rod:

One evening in spring eighteen hundred and ten,
O! Susan dearly do I love,

Robin Redbreast, thou art gone!

Says Henry to Julia, "Let's range through the wood,
Search England and Ireland and Scotland all over,
See, lingering still

See the lightning's vivid glare!

See the Summer coming on,

Slowly 'gainst Lord Edward's shore

The morn was cold, the sky was dark,

The roof of the cot where my childhood was spent
The wide-spreading oak in the lawn of St. Clair
The wind it blew loud, and the sea it ran high,
Tol de rol, trip away, tol de rol, tol de rol,

Wave thy boughs, thou willow tree,
What is that which brings to view