She seems to shine with a sunny ray, And the night looks like a mellow'd day!

The gracious mistress of the main
Hath now an undisturbed reign,
And from her silent throne looks down,
As upon children of her own,

On the waves that lend their gentle breast
In gladness, for her couch of rest;
My spirit sleeps amid the calm

The sleep of a new delight;

And hopes that she ne'er may wake again,
But for ever hang o'er the lovely main,
And adore the lovely night.
Scarce conscious of an earthly frame,
She glides away like a lambent flame,
And in her bliss she sings;
Now touching softly the ocean's breast,
Now 'mid the stars she lies at rest,

As if she sail'd on wings!
Now bold as the brightest star that glows
More brightly since at first it rose,

Looks down on the far-off flood,
And there all breathless and alone,

As the sky where she soars were a world of her own, She mocketh that gentle mighty one,

As he lies in his quiet mood.

"Art thou," she breathes, "the tyrant grim
That scoffs at human prayers,

Answering with prouder roar, the while,
As it rises from some lonely isle,

Through groans raised wild, the hopeless hymn,
Of shipwreck'd mariners?
Oh! thou art harmless as a child,
Weary with joy, and reconciled

SACRED HARMONY.

For sleep to change its play;

And now that night hath stay'd thy race, Smiles wander o'er thy placid face,

As if thy dreams were gay."

TRUE LIBERTY.

POLLOK.

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TATE Liberty was Christian, sanctified,
Baptized, and found in Christian hearts alone.
First-born of Virtue! daughter of the skies!
Nursling of Truth divine! sister of all
The graces, Meekness, Holiness, and Love:
Given to God, and man, and all below,
That symptom show'd of sensible existence,
Their due unask'd; fear to whom fear was due;
To all, respect, benevolence, and love.
Companion of Religion; where she came.
There Freedom came; where dwelt, there Freedom
dwelt;

Ruled where she ruled, expired where she expired.
"He was the freeman whom the truth made free;"
Who first of all the bands of Satan broke;
Who broke the bands of Sin; and for his soul,
In spite of fools, consulted seriously;
In spite of fashion, persevered in good;
In spite of wealth or poverty, upright;
Who did as Reason, not as Fancy bade;
Who heard Temptation sing, and yet turned not
Aside; saw Sin bedeck her flowery bed,
And yet would not go up; felt at his heart
The sword unsheathed, yet would not sell th
truth;

Who, having power, had not the will to hurt;
Who blush'd alike to be, or have a slave;

Who blush'd at nought but sin, fear'd nought but
God;

Who, finally, in strong integrity

Of soul, 'midst want, or riches, or disgrace,
Uplifted calmly sat, and heard the waves

Of stormy folly breaking at his feet;

Now shrill with praise, now hoarse with foul reproach,

And both despised sincerely; seeking this
Alone the approbation of his God,

Which still with conscience witness'd to his peace.

This, this is freedom, such as angels use,
And kindred to the liberty of God.
First-born of Virtue! daughter of the skies!
The man, the state in whom she ruled, was free;
All else were slaves of Satan, Sin, and Death.

A MOTHER'S LOVE.

MONTGOMERY.

A MOTHER'S love-how sweet the name! What is a mother's love?

-A noble, pure, and tender flame,

Enkindled from above,

To bless a heart of earthly mould;
The warmest love that can grow cold;
This is a mother's love.

Then while it slumbers watch its breath,
As if to guard from instant death;
This is a mother's love.

To mark its growth from day to day,
Its opening charms admire,
Catch from its eye the earliest ray

Of intellectual fire;

To smile and listen while it talks,
And lend a finger when it walks;
This is a mother's love.

And can a mother's love grow cold?
Can she forget her boy?
His pleading innocence behold,
Nor weep for grief-for joy?
A mother may forget her child,
While wolves devour it on the wild;
-Is this a mother's love?

Ten thousand voices answer "No!"
Ye clasp your babes and kiss;
Your bosoms yearn, your eyes o'erflow;
Yet, ah! remember this;