LXI.

REST FOUND.

I.

TIME was I sought, but sought in vain, What most I wanted-rest;

But now at times this heart is fain

To fear it is too blest.

II.

With health, the very best that heaven

Could give a wayward child,

Who, had that boon been always given,

Were haply still beguiled;

III.

With wealth-aye wealth, for he is rich

Who seeks, nor cares for moreSupplying every comfort which

A pilgrim dare implore ;

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IV.

With love within, around, above,

A rural still retreat

Beside an ever vocal grove,

Where many waters meet;

V.

(Even now I hear the waterfall,
That I have rarely heard,
But, as with influence magical,

My inmost heart was stirred:

VI.

And if, save this bright evening fire, There be no other sound,

I love to think how sweet a quire

Are sleeping all around ;

VII.

Reposing from a day of song

That well may make them weary;

But only to awake ere long

And be again as cheery ;-)

VIII.

With duties that are pleasures too,

When arms divine uphold,

To call Christ's sheep, and lead them through The desert to the fold ;

IX.

To spread the blessed tidings round
Of sin through Christ forgiven;

And show how peace on earth is found,
And rest secured in heaven ;-

X.

With hope that by the spirit's grace,
While journeying yet below,

I may myself the pathway trace
Which I to others show ;-

XI.

And thus with many whom I teach,-
Though oft with faltering care!—
My Saviour's home above may reach,
And see his glory there ;-

XII.

Oh! marvel ye, if e'er I feel,

While yet beneath the sky,

A fear lest this loved home should steal My heart from that on high?

XIII.

But thou, who hearest all who turn
To Thee, and humbly pray,
If ever heavenly joys I spurn,
Take earthly joys away.

XIV.

Rather with terror let me quail
Beneath thy dreaded wrath,

Than taste thy goodness here, and fail
To tread the narrow path.

XV.

But oh! let love, let love suffice!

Still bind my heart to Thee

With that soft chain of countless price,

My Saviour bought for me!

LXII.

EVENING.

I.

WHAT is it in yon thrush's mellow note,

That wakes an echo in my inmost heart?
And whence do the bright clouds that o'er him float
Such deep unruffled peacefulness impart―

As I had soared from earth, and were at rest
Mid the fair hues upon their downy breast,
And listening from the quiet of the skies
To evening's rich, and full-toned melodies?

II.

I may not tell another: nay, 'tis past-
That calm delight-the instant I would sound
Its hidden depths; even as a vision cast
Upon the sleeper from some tone around