And place a crown of glory on thy brow."

Such will be thy reward, my friend, and mine,
If trusting in Christ's merits, _not our own_,
We at the last great day in him be found;
_He_ is the ark of safety--_He alone_.

Weston, April 24, 1852.




A PASTORAL.


Oh! tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray,
Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?
You ne'er could forget her, if once you had seen,
She's fair as the morning, she moves like a Queen.

My sheep are neglected, my crook's thrown aside,
In pursuit of dear Jessie, sweet Jessie, my bride;
I hear nothing of her, no tidings can glean,
To _see_ is to _know_ her, she moves like a Queen.

Say, have you seen her? oh, pity my grief!
Speak _quick_, and impart me the needful relief;
You cannot forget her, if once you have seen,
She's lovely as Venus, she moves like a Queen.