The eagle's cry, the owl's deep note, Is heard in thee for ever,

The raven's plaint, from scenes remote, Where joy revisits never;

The seal is set for aye on thee,

No time, no change may sever!

Oh, lonely Seir! the breezes sigh,
Thy rocky solitudes among,
And mingled with the eagle's cry,
Repeat thy funeral song;

And echoes wild, for ever there,

Thy prophecy prolong!

ALL ARE THINE!

"The heavens are Thine, the earth also is Thine: as for the world and the fulness thereof, thou hast founded them. -PSALM, Ixxxix. 11.

"The heavens are Thine," with every star,

That in the deep blue concave shineth,—

With countless orbs, that seen afar,-
The raptur'd eye of musing findeth;
And the sweet moon, so soft,—so fair,—
With skies that her pale influence share.

"The heavens are Thine"!-the lord of dayThe ever changing clouds are Thine,

The amber hues of parting day,

And the sad light of evening time,

The summer shower, the tempest drear,
With all that marks the rolling year.

"The heavens are Thine"-the myriad host, Around Thy throne for ever bending,

Who speed as lightning from that coast,
Upon Thine earthly saints attending,

Who tread the "star-paved land," and dwell
In light and joy unspeakable!

And they are Thine!-the blessed throng,
The calm, the happy multitude,

Who raise to Thee the ceaseless song,
Where never cares nor woes intrude,

The sainted,-earth-dissever'd band,
Who live in that far "better land."

This world is Thine-with leaf and flower, In Summer pride so brightly gleaming, Earth with its richly varied dower,

Life, with its joy, and lovely seeming,

And death's dark portal,—that last home,
Where pale departed millions come!

ALL ARE THINE!

Deep-deep-in ocean's coral caves
Are Thy foundations firmly laid;
Thine are the ever wandering waves,

The mountain hoar, the forest shade;
Vaulting ambition's wide domain,
The lowly home, the flowery plain;

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And dappled morn, and evening dim,—
Winter and Summer Thee proclaim;

All wake one universal hymn,

To the high glory of Thy name.
Oh, heaven and earth's Creator !-shine
Upon us still, and own us Thine!

FAITH.

'Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." -ST. JOHN, XX. 29.

We have not seen Thy footsteps tread,
This wild and sinful earth of ours,
Nor heard Thy voice restore the dead,
Again to life's reviving powers:—

But we believe,-for all things are,

The gifts of Thine Almighty care!

We have not seen the billowy sea,

Grow calm and still at Thy command,

Nor the dim orbs again to see,

Beneath the healing of Thine hand:But we believe the Fount of light,

Again could give those eye-balls sight!