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Thou man of God! would there not be a burst

Of tears in Heaven?

Oh! live the life of

prayer,

The life of faith in the meek Son of God,
The life of tireless labour for his sake;
So may the Angel of the Covenant bring
Thee to thy home in bliss, with many a gem
To glow for ever in thy Master's crown.

AUTUMNAL HYMN.

REV. H. F. LYTE.

THE leaves around me falling
Are preaching of decay;
The hollow winds are calling,
"Come, pilgrim, come away!"

The day, in night declining,
Says, I must too decline;
The year its life resigning-
Its lot foreshadows mine.

The light my path surrounding,
The loves to which I cling,
The hopes within me bounding,
The joys that round me wing—
All melt like stars of even

Before the morning's ray,

Pass upwards into heaven,
And chide at my delay.

The friends gone there before me
Are calling me from high,
And joyous angels o'er me

Tempt sweetly to the sky:

"Why wait," they say, "and wither

'Mid scenes of death and sin?

Oh, rise to glory hither,

And find true life begin!"

I hear the invitation,

And fain would rise and come

A sinner, to salvation,

An exile to his home:

But while I here must linger,

Thus, thus let all I see

Point on, with faithful finger,

To heaven, O Lord, and Thee!

TO THE MAGDALEN.

SAMUEL M. WARING.

YES, weep! O woman, frail and fair;
Though tears that fall so fast,
Amid that bright up-braided hair,

Can ne'er efface the past;

Though other drops, whose power divine

Can wash thy stains away,

Must plead e'en more than tears like thine, More holy still than they.

Had He who pardons bid thee bring
Those tears His love to buy,

That word had ne'er unseal'd the spring
That fills thy streaming eye.

Ah! 'twas not Sinai's flash that taught
That frozen fount to glow;

No; milder, mightier rays it caught,

And lo! the waters flow.

Pour then thine odours-pour, and see
In Him on whom they fall,

The vase of clay that holds for thee
Balm costlier far than all.

More fragrant unction on that brow
Rests where his Father smiled:

He bears a brother's name! for thou-
Thou, too, art call'd a child.

Oh, wondrous! pour a heaven of tears! When sin's erased above,

How dark that record torn appears

In the full light of love!

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