STANZAS.

"THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS, shall reap in JOY."

THERE is an hour of hallowed peace,
For those with cares distressed,

When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,

And all be hushed to rest:

'Tis then the soul is freed from fears,

And doubts that here annoy:

Then they that oft have sown in tears,

Shall reap again in joy.

There is a home of sweet repose,

Where storms assail no more,

The stream of endless pleasure flows

On that celestial shore:

There smiling peace with love appears,

And bliss without alloy;

There they, that once have sown in tears, Now reap eternal joy.

When the revealing hour is near,
That shall unveil the tomb;

When filled with doubt and trembling fear,

We pass the valley's gloom:

Saviour, calm thou our rising fears;

Let praise our lips employ,

That we, who here have sown in tears,
May reap in heaven with joy.

WINTER.

ARRAYED in gloom, stern WINTER reigns,
With aspect chill and drear;

The streams are locked in icy chains,
The tempest howls severe.

No more is heard the songster's lay,
That echoed through the grove;
The robin shuns the leafless spray,
And chants no more of love.

Yon orb emits a feeble gleam,
That lingers, cold and lone;
Its evanescent, fitful beam,
Proclaims that joy has flown.

Emblem of life, all nature wears,
A robe of cheerless hue;

The storms assail, like gloomy cares,
As sad,-as frequent too.

But soon these clouds shall disappear,
The fields with verdure smile;

The bubbling brook meander clear,
The robin's note beguile.

The vernal showers shall dew the earth, While genial suns illume;

The beauteous flowerets spring to birth,

And golden harvests bloom.

Thus, like the rays of Winter's morn,
That cheerless prospects bring;

These gloomy cares precede the dawn
Of an unfading spring.

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

WHEN 'mid the haunts of shame and sin,

We view the child of wo;

What is that sympathy within,

Which bids compassion flow?

'Tis gentle Pity's melting voice, In accents whispering mild,

That prompts the feeling mind to haste,

And save the hapless child.

Affection strives with earnest love,

Its footsteps to reclaim;

And bring the wanderer home, to prove

The worth of Jesus' name.

Thus, when amid some desert scene,
Where naught the traveller cheers;
Half hid by plants of savage mien,
The lonely flower appears: