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'Tis God who bids the tempest blow,
And robes the earth in fleecy snow ;
To fields of stone he turns the plains,
And binds the streams in icy chains.
The piercing winds his word obey,
Sweep o'er the earth and heave the sea,
Cold Boreas roars with vaunting pride,
While on his wings majestic ride
The sable clouds, the hardy swains,
Shiv'ring along the frozen plains,
To some defence with haste repair,
To shun the keen, the piercing air ;
There warm their chilly limbs with fire,
While to their stalls the herds retire.

Again he bids a milder ray
Dart from the sun, to cheer the day:
He sends a genial warmth around,
Dissolves the snow, unveils the ground,
Permits the streams again to flow,
And bids the grass revive and grow.
Delightful prospects now are seen,
The nelds are cloth'd with lively green,
The lofty groves their pomp resume,
And nature shines in all her bloom.
He then commands the burning sun
To pour his heat impetuous down ;
And ere mid heavens he attains,
With scorching beams he burns the plains ;
Flowers, which in morn their bloom display,
Now veil their bosoms from his ray;
The weary swains to shun his fire,
All bath'd in floods of sweat, retire
To some cool shade, some safe retreat,
Which may repel his burning heat.
The lolling herds to fountains haste,
The cool, reviving streams to taste ;
The streams are dry : They droop, they faint,
They send to heaven a sad complaint ;
Thence falls in floods the baneful fire,
The lowing, famish'd herds expire.

But lest all nature fail and die,
God sends his mandates from on high ;
The scene's revers’d; loud thunders roll,
And strike with inward fear the soul ;
The rocking clouds o'erspread the skies,
And veil the heavens from mortal eyes ;
The trees before the tempest bend,
The floods of rain with hail descend,
Down the steep hills the torrents flow,
And drench the humble vales below.
Meanwhile the forked lightnings fly,
And crinkling dart along the sky;
They spread a vivid gleam around,
And shock the air with deafening sound.

The storms awhile with fury play,
Then leave the sky serene as day;
By thunder clarified, the air
From noxious heats and vapours clear,
Sweet as Arabia's rich perfume,
Or spices that from India come,
Soft breezing o'er surrounding hills,
All nature with new vigour fills.
The earth assumes her verdant hue,
And vegetation springs anew.

Now by alternate rains and shines,
While to its close the year declines,
The various fruits the earth bestows,
Are ripening on the bending boughs,
Or in rich harvests through the land,
Waving, invite the reapers hand ;
With shouts of joy the reapers come,
And bear the spoils of Ceres home;
These, they deposit in their store,
And now their tedious toils are o'er,

Let nature join her highest lays, The great Creator's name to praise ; In all his works his wonders shine, His works declare his name divine.



(From the Monthly Anthology.] HAIL Winter! sullen monarch! dark with clouds : Throned on bleak wastes, and fierce and cold with storms; Welcome thy blasting cold and treasured snow! Thy raving, rending winds do but compose My soul ; and midst thy gloom, my heart Smiles like the opening spring. Thy long drear nights, Winter, I hail. The cold receding sun I love to follow to the cloudy west, And see thy twilight deepen into gloom Of thickest darkness. Round my cheering fire, How I enjoy the glistening eye, and smile, And burning cheek, and prattle innocent, Of my dear little ones; and when they sink With heavy eyes into the arms of sleep, Peaceful, and smiling still, and breathing soft; How pleasant glide the hours in converse pure With her whom first I lov'd; who long has crown'd My joys, and soothed me with her gentle voice, Under a load of sorrows; who has felt The power of truth divine; and from whose lips I catch the peace and love of saints in heaven. Vain world! We envy not your joys. We hear Your rattling chariot wheels, and weep for you ; We weep that souls immortal can find joy In forcing laughter, dissipating thought, In the loose stage, the frisking dance, the pomp, And forms and ornaments of polish'd life, In heartless hypocritic show of love, In giddy nonsense, in contempt of truth, Which elevates the soul, and swells the heart With hope of holy bliss. We mourn your waste Of mind, of strength, of wealth. Think, thoughtless world,

How many fatherless and widows pine
In want ; how many shiver in the storm.
Over a dying flame, how many cower
In some poor hovel, pressing to their breasts
Their little ones, to save them from the cold.
Oh think, what aching hearts ye might relieve !
What brooding sorrows ye might cheer! What tears
Of friendless, naked, moaning poverty,
Ye might wipe off with lenient sympathy.
Oh Winter, I can bear thy howling storms.
Rise but a few more suns, and all thy blasts
Will soften. Yon waste fields will smile in green ;
The branches swell with infant buds; the groves
Resound with nature's melody. But man,
My kin, lies desolate. A wintry blast
Has chilled his heart, frozen the circling blood
Of sympathy, and blighted the sweet fruits
Of love. How bleak and waste! In vain the Sun
Of Righteousness sheds bright and healing beams.
In vain does He, who died on Calvary,
Extend his hands, bleeding with wounds of love.
Man still is cold and wintry; still is hard,
Aud melts not into mercy. - This vain world
Is colder than the northern skies. But FAITH
Looks o'er the icy mountains, looks beyond
The wintry clouds, and sees unfading bloom
Of paradise, sees peaceful streams of joy,
And warm effulgence of the God of Love.
And hark! a gentle voice now calls, *"Arise
And come away. The winter's past and gone,
The flowers appear; the birds with transport hail
The spring. The turtle's plaintive voice is heard ;
The tig-tree bends with figs. The fragrant vine
Presents the tender grape. Arise and see
Millennial happiness, the reign of peace and love."

* Canticles ii. 10.

TO CORRESPONDENTS. H, on Secrets revealed to those who fear the Lord, is received, and on file for our next number.

The apology of FIDELIS was unnecessary. His communication is very acceptable, and will be read with interest. We shall hope to hear aguin frum this unknown and judicious corr dent.

C. Y. A. will accept our cordial thanks for his luminous remarks on several interesting subjects. The lucubrations of this original and instructive writer will be very acceptable to the editors, and we presume to the readers of the Panoplist. We are happy to find him a favourite of the muses. He will particularly oblige us by contributions to our poctic department.

The subject of P's communication is very important, and requires to be managed with a skilful and delicate hand. The piece before us contains good matter ; but it will be necessary to give it a new dress before it can appear with advantage before the public eve.

Our readers shall be gratified with Z, in continuation, on Experimental Religion, in the next number.

Philo's concluding No. on the Deluge ; further remarks on Demons, by Beta; and EUSEBIU5, on the importance of preparation for death, are 10ceived and on file for future publication.

As a large proportion of our readers do not understand the dead languages, a lover of sacred poesy will excuse our declining bis request, unless de will accompany the Latin text with an English translation.

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(From the Christian Observer.) You have complied with my entertained of him did not ex. wishes, by publishing the ac- ceed his merits, and Theophilus count of my visit to Theophilus. was delighted to discover in him, In the persuasion that every a man of polished manners and important occurrence in the life elegant conversation, learned, juof such a character, cannot fail dicious, and intelligent, and he to afford instruction and enter- courted an acquaintance with tainment to many of your read- him, which was soon improved ers, I now send you some fure into an intimacy. ther anecdotes respecting him.

At this period, the religious Let me first, however, pre- attainments of Theophilus were mise, that the flattering hopes of a standard little superior to which we entertained of his what mine were when I lately recovery were not disappointed; entered his house. In the course in a few days after the dispatch of his education at school and of my former narrative, we had the university, he had gone the satisfaction to see him re- through the usual routine of restored to our prayers in perfect ligious instruction, but the seed health. The news of a national was sown among thorns, and victory would scarcely have the pleasures of this world, “the diffused more joy in the little deceitfulness of riches, and the circle of his friends and ad- lusts of other things entering in, mirers.

had choked the word, and it had When Theophilus succeeded become unfruitful.” He attended, to the estate which he now en. indeed, the service of the church joys, he found a living attached with considerable regularity, but to it, in the possession of a rather for the sake of shewing an clergyman, who was beloved by example of decent conformity his parishioners, and generally than from conviction, or an anxesteemed for his piety and iety to improve.

An affecting benevolence. The opinion occurrence which happened aVol. I. No. 8.


bout six months after he had ta- alone which enables me thus to ken possession of his estate, gave address you. Had I sought for a new and profitable tum to his consolation in that worldly wisthoughts and views.

dom, which men call philosophy, The wife of the rector, and I should not have found it; I mother of four children, died, should have sunk under the after an illness of only a few calamity which has befallen me ; days: Theophilus had too much but the gospel teaches me that feeling and humanity not to be the afflictions which Christians deeply affected at this event, and suffer here, while they are the he only waited, according to the deserved punishment of their established etiquette, until the sins, are also intended to purify funeral had taken place, to offer their faith, and to prepare them his personal condolence to his for the enjoyment of that eternal friend. Judge of his surprise, happiness which Christ has purwhen, on the Sabbath following chased for them by his death. the death of the lady, and the In all the dispensations of the day after her interment, he saw Almighty, justice and mercy, the rector enter the church, where there is room for mercy, with a depressed but composed are ever united ; nor are any of countenance, and with a firm the afflictions to which a believer but submissive voice heard him in Christ is exposed, without perform his ministerial func- abundant sources of consolation. tions. The discourse which he Such an one knows that whom addressed to his congregation, God loveth he chasteneth ; and naturally had a reference to his while, therefore, he considers own situation ; it was pathetic, his sufferings as the effect of his solemn, and impressive : one sinfulness, and humbles himself passage in it, which was com- under them ; he regards them mitted to writing at the time, also as proofs of the love of his with tolerable accuracy, by a Creator, who is thus weaning sensible parishioner, has been him from earthly attachments. communicated to me, and was Feeling that “ tribulation worknearly in the following terms. eth patience, and patience expe

“ You see me, my brethren, rience, and experience hope," with the characters of grief upon he says in his heart, it is good my countenance ; they are deep- for me to be afflicted, and he rely engraven in my heart. To signs himself to the disposal of lose a wife, an amiable beloved his heavenly Father, in the hope wife, the tender mother and of eternal life through Christ, kind protector of four dear chil- a hope which elevates him bedren, is no trivial sorrow ; but I yond the limits of the world and should be ashamed to appear be- time. fore you, if, upon this trying

When the Christian also affiction, I were to belie the doc- calls to mind the sorrows and trines which I have taught. I agonies of his dying Redeemer, sorrow, but not as one without and whilst he contemplates, with hope ; I know in whom I trust, unutterable gratitude, the stu: and I feel his divine support on pendous display of divine love, in the present occasion ; it is that the atoning sacrince of the Son

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