Of love co-breathed the boundless source,
From which saints' love derives its force,
Within the gracious shine
Of the co-glorious trine,
The saints in happy mansions rest,
Of all they can desire possessed.

Saints' bodies there the sun outvie,
Tempered to feel the joys on high,
Bright body and pure mind,
In rapture unconfined,
Capacities expand, till fit
Deluge of Godhead to admit.

In all-sufficient bliss they joy,
Duration in sweet hymns employ;
With angels they converse,
Their loves and joys rehearse,
Taste suavities of love immense,
Of all delights full confluence.

With God's own Son they reign coheirs,
Each saint with him in glory shares,
Like Godhead, happy, pure,
Against all change secure,
In boundless joys they sabbatize,
Which love triune will eternise.

ALFRED TENNYSON, the present poet-laureate of England, was born in 1809, in his father's parsonage, at Somerby, Lincolnshire, and graduated at Trinity College, Cambridge. In conjunction with his brother Charles (who called himself Charles Turner) he issued in 1827 a volume of anonymous poems by "two brothers." Since that time he has been a constant producer of most ornate and exact poems, that have given him a fame as extensive as the language.

DEEP on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven like vapor goes:
May my soul follow soon!
The shadows of the convent-towers
Slant down the snowy sward,
Still creeping with the creeping hours
That lead me to my Lord:
Make thou my spirit pure and clear

As are the frosty skies,
Or this first snowdrop of the year
That in my bosom lies.

As these white robes are soiled and dark, To yonder shining ground;

As this pale taper's earthly spark,

To yonder argent round;
So shows my soul before the Lamb,
My spirit before Thee;

So in my earthly house I am,
To that I hope to be.

Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far,
Through all yon starlight keen,
Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star,
In raiment white and clean.

He lifts me to the golden doors ;
The flashes come and go;
All heaven bursts her starry floors,
And strews her lights below,
And deepens on and up! the gates

Roll back, and far within

For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,
To make me pure of sin.
The sabbaths of Eternity,

One sabbath deep and wide-
A light upon the shining sea-
The Bridegroom with his bride!

ALFRED TENNYSON.

THE LAND O' THE LEAL.

LADY CAROLINA, BARONESS NAIRNE, called "The Flower of Strathearn," third daughter of Laurence Olyphant, was born in the County of Perth, Scotland, July 16, 1766. In 1806 she became the wife of Captain W. Murray Nairne, afterwards Lord Nairne. It is said that Lady Nairne was led to write from being offended at the coarseness of the words of the popular ballads. She was successful in wedding pure words to beautiful music. Lady Nairne died at Gask, the place of her birth, Oct. 27, 1845.

I'M wearin' awa', John,

Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Johr,
I'm wearin' awa'

To the land o' the leal.

There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn 's there, John,
She was baith gude and fair, John,
And oh we grudged her sair

To the land o' the leal!
But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,
And joy's a-comin' fast, John,
The joy that 's aye to last,

In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear's that joy was bought, John,
Sae free the battle fought, John,
That sinfu' man e'er brought

To the land o' the leal.

For he gathers in his bosom, witless, worthless lambs like me,

And carries them himsel' to his ain countree.

He's faithfu' that hath promised, he 'll surely come again,

He'll keep his tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken;

But he bids me still to wait, an' ready aye to be, To gang at ony moment to my ain countree.

So I'm watching aye, an' singin' o' my hame as I wait,

For the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side the shining gate;

God gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens noo