Loose not a tie that round him clings, Is found beneath far Eastern skies,-- THE BIRD LET LOOSE. THE bird, let loose in Eastern skies, But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care OH, THOU! WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR Он, Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be. If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends, who in our sunshine live, But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, When joy no longer soothes or cheers, A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too, Oh, who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day! DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY. DEAR Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song! The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; Ebenezer Elliot. Born 1781 Died 1849 THE CORN-LAW RHYMER, as he is generally called, was born at Masborough in Yorkshire, on 7th March 1781. He appeared first as a poet in 1823; and when the Corn-Law agitation commenced, he lent the full vigour of his pen to further it. His Corn-Law rhymes had a great influence among his own class; but they are poor productions, and would never have entitled him to be ranked as a poet. Some of his other pieces show higher poetical powers. He died in 1849 THE POOR MAN'S DAY. SABBATH holy ! To the lowly, Still art thou a welcome day. When Thou comest, earth and ocean, Shade and brightness, rest and motion, Help the Poor Man's heart to pray. Sun-waked Forest, Bird that soarest O'er the mute empurpled moor, Throstle's song that stream-like flowest. Wind that over dewdrop goest, Welcome now the woe-worn poor! Little River, Young for ever! Cloud gold-bright with thankful glee, Sabbath holy! For the lowly Paint with flowers thy glittering sod: Tyrants curse ye While they nurse ye, Life for deadliest wrongs to pay; Still art Thou "The Poor Man's day." Sabbath's Father, Would'st Thou rather Some should curse than all be blest, With its healing, With his humble trustful bliss ; With the Poor Man's honest kindness, Bless the rich man's heart of blindness, Teach him what religion is! Jane Taylor. JANE TAYLOR was born in London, in 1783 Born 1783. Died 1823. Her father became after wards a dissenting minister at Colchester, where he educated his family. In conjunction with her sister Anne, she wrote and published a collection of children's hymns and rhymes, which have been universally admired. Jane is also the author of "Display," a prose work. She died in 1823. CRUCIFIXION OF CHRIST. Lo at noon 'tis sudden night, Children, can you tell me why? Nail'd upon the cross, behold, How His tender limbs are torn; For a royal crown of gold They have made him one of thorn: Cruel hands, that dare to bind See the blood is falling fast, From his forehead and his side; He who was King above Left his kingdom for a grave. Out of pity-out of love, That the guilty He might save. Reginald Heber. { Born 1783. Died 1826. REGINALD HEBER, D.D., Bishop of Calcutta, was born on 21st April 1783, at Malpas in Cheshire, a living held by his father. He entered at Brasenose College at the age of seventeen, and, in his twentieth year, his poem 'Palestine" gained the prize for English poetical composition. The poem caused a great sensation in the University, and was the occasion of his being brought prominently into notice. He appeared as a poet again in 1809, when he published "Europe." Having been educated for the Church, Heber obtained the living of Hodnet, where he devoted himself to the duties of his charge with great zeal and success; at the same time he married Amelia Shipley, daughter of the Dean of St Asaph. His leisure time was constantly engaged in literary work; and during this period he wrote many of those beautiful hymns which must ever be connected with his name. In 1823 he was appointed Bishop of Calcutta, and he entered on his work of supervision with great zeal and prudence. His whole mind seemed to have been occupied with how best to advance Christianity in the East. In one of his tours he was taken ill at Trichinopoly, and died very suddenly on 3d April 1826, universally lamented FROM 66 PALESTINE." YET still destruction sweeps the lonely plain, And who is He? the vast, the awful form, |