And still another soars on loftier wing, Till all o'erhead, the joyous choir unseen, Pois'd welkin-high, harmonious fills the air, As if it were a link 'tween earth and heaven. A SPRING SABBATH WALK. MOST earnest was his voice! most mild his look, As with rais'd hands he bless'd his parting flock. He thinks not of himself; his Master's words, "So when he had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the He saith unto him, He saith unto him, second time, Simon, |