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'. 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 ; 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

“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

Sustains, and clothes, and shelters me.

“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.

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