Imatges de pÓgina

Why stoops the lady? What meets her eye
In the waving flags, as she passes by?

She bends to gaze on a baby fair,

In his bulrush-cradle sleeping there.

He wakes, but it is not his mother dear,
He starts at the sight of a stranger near;
By her look dismay'd, though a smile serene
Plays o'er the face of the bright young


As she hastens to soothe the weeping child,
And calm his fears with her voice so mild.
But her eye has a look of sadness now,
And a shade of passes over her queenly brow-
"Another victim, poor helpless thing!

Vainly thy hands to the cradle cling;

Soon, soon must thou sink in the rising Nile, A prey for some greedy crocodile;

And those dimpled limbs,-but it shall not be,

Though a Hebrew child,-I will rescue thee!"

The lady turns, for a maid draws nigh,

With a trembling tear in her anxious eye. "What would'st thou, girl, with thy brow so meek,

Thy faltering tongue, and thy pallid cheek?" "Pardon, great princess, I crave thy grace,— Wilt thou a nurse of the Hebrew race?" "Go, seek me one," and the maid has flown To the spot where a woman weeps alone. A moment more, and the babe is prest, With anxious love to his mother's breast.

Behold the babe into manhood grown,
With a noble bearing, and dauntless tone;
He fears not the wrath of the cruel king,
For all his hopes to Jehovah cling;
And a godlike spirit has filled his soul,
With a high ambition beyond control,
As he sees his brethren's woes, and longs
With a holy fervour to heal their wrongs.


Speed, speed on thy journey, and linger not near, To hear the glad music, the festival song,

In the gay haunts of pleasure, but shun them with fear,

Resist the temptation, and hasten along.

A guerdon awaits thee, a heavenly crown,
Unfading, eternal, is held to thy view;

Which the world would depise, and reject with a frown,

But Christ shall bestow on the faithful and true.

Then haste on thy journey, and look not behind thee,

But cast the first 'thought of temptation away; That Christ when He cometh in glory, may find thee

Still watchful, still faithful, and call thee away.

The Promised Land, with its fields of green,
And its waving trees, while rolls between

The flowing Jordan's swelling stream,
Shining beneath the sun's last beam.

And there with the goodly land in view,
And his firm gaze fixed on the sky's pale blue,
His wanderings o'er, and his toils all past,
In his Maker's arms he breathes his last.


"Blessed is the man that endureth temptation, for when he is tried he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love Him."-James i. 12.

OH! flee from temptation, and loiter not there By the green sunny bank, with its flowerets

so gay,

Each leaf hides an adder, each blossom a snare To entrap the weak Christian who lags on his


But age may whiten that clustering hair,
And leave the traces of sorrow there,

May shade with its furrows that open brow,
And dim the eye that shines brightly now.
Then seek, dear child, in thy life's young bloom
A home of glory beyond the tomb :
In its early freshness yield the bud
Of unfolded days, to thy Maker God.
Seek Jesus first, and thy lot shall be
Happy through time and eternity.


"And the daughter of Pharaoh came down to wash herself at the river, and her maidens walked along by the river's side: and when she saw the ark among the flags, she sent her maid to fetch it.

"And when she had opened it, she saw the child: and, behold, the babe wept. And she had compassion on him, and said, This is one of the Hebrew's children.

"Then said his sister to Pharaoh's daughter, Shall

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