Safe on these walls I sit, and stem

"The elements that conquered them;
"And high o'er reach of plundering foe
"Smile on an anxious world below.

"Though envied place I may not claim "On warrior's crest, or lady's hair;

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Though tongue may never speak my name, "Nor eye behold and own me fair ; "To Him, who tends me from the sky, "I spread my beauties here on high,

"And bid the winds to waft above

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My incense to His throne of love.

"And though in hermit solitude,

"Aloft and wild, my home I choose, "On the rock's bosom pillowed rude,

And nurtured by the falling dews;

"Yet duly with the opening year "I hang my golden mantle here. "A child of God's I am, and He

"Nor deem my state without its bliss: "Mine is the first young smile of day; "Mine the light zephyr's earliest kiss ;

"And mine the skylark's matin lay. "These are my joys: with these on high "In peace I hope to live and die,

“And drink the dew, and scent the breeze, "As blithe a flower as Flora sees."

Bloom on, sweet moralist! Be thine
The softest shower, the brightest sun!
Long o'er a world of error shine,

And teach them what to seek and shun!

Bloom on, and show the simple glee

That dwells with those who dwell like thee; From noise, and glare, and folly driven,

To thought, retirement, peace, and heaven.

Shew them, in thine, the Christian's lot,
So dark and drear in worldly eyes;
And yet he would exchange it not

For all they most pursue and prize.
From meaner cares and trammels free,
He soars above the world, like thee;
And, fed and nurtured from above,
Returns the debt in grateful love.

Frail, like thyself, fair flower, is he,

And beat by every storm and shower ;

Yet on a Rock he stands, like thee,

And braves the tempest's wildest power.

And there he blooms, and gathers still
A good from every seeming ill;

And, pleased with what his lot has given,

He lives to God, and looks to heaven.

JEHOVAH-JIREH.

WHEN earthly joys glide swift away,
When hopes and comforts flee,
When foes beset, and friends betray,
I turn, my God, to Thee!

Thy nature, Lord, no change can know ;

Thy promise still is sure;

And ills can ne'er so hopeless grow

But Thou canst find a cure.

Deliverance comes most bright and blest

At danger's darkest hour;

And man's extremity is best

To prove Almighty power.