ANGEL-MINDED.

O ANGEL-MINDED we have lov'd; And holier ties our souls have prov'd, Than earthly bond could frame;

And each within its deep recess

Has breathed a purer tenderness,
A more celestial flame.

We lov'd indeed, but not such love As common hearts are wont to prove,

In the gay hopes of youth;

It was in sorrow and in trial,

We taught each other self-denial,

And pledg'd our mutual truth.

Each bore the

cross, and every day Together learnt to watch and pray,

In the high trust of heaven;

And from this pure and lofty faith,
We smil'd at danger and at death,

In the hopes which it had given.

We knew each other's mind and heart, Each form'd to act a nobler part,

In a more blest abode;

And so we lov'd, because both bent
Upon one hallow'd high intent,

Bound in the fear of God.

What tho' we part, it is not here

That even these vows, so pure and dear,

Can have their perfect rest;

But tried and sanctified by time,
Shall blossom in a fairer clime,

Where virtue shall be blest.

Then sigh not in this long farewell;
Or if thy bosom heave one swell,

Thy cheek one struggle own,
Remember, we shall meet again,
Releas'd from every care and pain,

Before th' Eternal throne.

ST. HELEN'S WOOD.

Ir was a summer's day, and the warm air
Was glowing in my frame; all things around
With heat, and youth, and joy were animate;
The very breeze was loaded with the hum
Of happy myriads, on their light blue wings,
Exhaling their glad being, eagerly

Sipping heaven's nectar from the opening flowers.
The little vetch, with its deep purple bloom
And slender stalk; the bright convolvulus
With canopy of blue and fragile frame,
Clinging around for succour; the low daisy,
With little buds up peeping, blossom'd round
In wild luxuriance. On the ground I lay,
Musing in that cessation of the thoughts
Which is so sweet and inexpressible,

When new ideas beam upon us, and
The soul is loosen'd from the daily burthen
Of common cares and feelings;-can expand,
Urg'd by its fancy and the blest scenes round,
In waking visions, and unfold its wings.

Over my head the deep embowering trees Form'd a soft shade ;-with venerable trunks And richly loaded boughs impending round.— The dark green wood shone brightly beautiful, And lighter trees in many a graceful group,

Met my eyes wandering, and inspir'd my touch:

And there were forms mov'd round me-forms 1

lov'd,

Of whom I could not recollect the day
When first I knew them ;-who in infancy
Had been my playmates—in all little sports
Welcome companions. Many a summer sun
And winter evening we beguil'd together;
And when the spirit of our childhood fled,
And riper years and deeper cares came on,