The cross of CHRIST is before his eyes. ay O how I love with melted soul to leave The house of prayer, and wander in the fields son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me ? Peter was grieved, because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things, thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep." JOHN, xxi. 15.---17. In sunny showers, that scarcely fill the folds The merle's dulcet pipe,―melodious bird! SWEET is the sunny nook, to which my steps Have brought me, hardly conscious where I roam'd, Unheeding where,—so lovely, all around, The works of GOD, array'd in vernal smile! OFT at this season musing I prolong My devious range, till, sunk from view, the sun Emblaze, with upward-slanting ray, the breast And wing unquiv'ring of the wheeling lark, G Descending vocal from her latest flight, While, disregardful of yon lonely star, The harbinger of chill night's glittering host,Sweet Redbreast, SCOTIA's Philomela, chants, In desultory strains, his evening hymn. A SUMMER SABBATH WALK. DELIGHTFUL is this loneliness; it calms My heart pleasant the cool beneath these elms That throw across the stream a moveless shade. Here nature in her midnoon whisper speaks; How peaceful every sound!-the ring-dove's plaint, Moan'd from the forest's gloomiest retreat, While every other woodland lay is mute, Save when the wren flits from her down-cov'd nest, And from the root-sprigs trills her ditty clear,- The treacherous surface, while the quick-eyed trout Watches his time to spring; or from above, Some feather'd dam, purveying 'mong the boughs, Darts from her perch, and to her plumeless brood Bears off the prize.-Sad emblem of man's lot! He, giddy insect, from his native leaf, |