AN

CHRIST IN THE GARDEN WITH

MARY.

BY THE REV. THOMAS DALE, M. A.

I.

LOVE is not of the Earth!

A Ray that issued from the Throne of Heaven

First warmed it into birth!

And then to dwellers of the dust 't was given;

Their pearl of price, their gem of peerless worth, Ere from blest Eden's shade their first frail Sire was driven.

II.

But Love the pure, the bright,

Hath lost on earth its glory, and hath fled

To its own realms of Light;

Scarce lingering o'er the unforgotten dead,

Where in the lonely place of tombs, by night,

The mute, fond prayer is breathed-the silent tear is

shed.

III.

Love is no more divine,

Save when it seeks the Source whence first it came

Forsakes its mortal shrine,

And, like the Prophet, on a car of flame

Mounts to the Holiest! Such, dear Saint, was thine, When thine expiring Lord endured the cross of shame!

IV.

THOU didst not heed the cry

Of myriad voices, clamouring fierce for blood;
The truest turned to fly,-

The boldest quailed,— but firm the weaker stood!
Thy heart endured to watch His agony,

Unawed by scoffing Priests and warriors fierce of mood.

V.

Yea, when his parting groan

Smote, like Death's fearful summons, on thine ear;

Thou didst not seek alone

Idly to shed the fond yet fruitless tear

By thee the last sad cares of Love were shewnComposed the stiffening limbs, and spread the decent bier.

Thou followedst still- -and morning's earliest ray

And midnight's latest gloom

Still found thee watching where the Saviour lay;

The earth was there thy bed, the cave thy home,

Till the sealed grave was rent-the stone was rolled away.

VII.

The Victor Victim rose

And what, true Saint, was then thy meet reward?

The eye that watched his woes

Was first to hail the rising of the Lord!

O when were tears so pure, so blest as those Which gushed, when at his feet she knelt-gazed-wept - adored!

MOUNT MORIAH.

A SACRED NARRATIVE.

BY THE AUTHOR OF 'MIRIAM."

SORROWFULLY did the Patriarch of Israel's tribes arise to fulfil the awful mandate of the Lord against the life of his son, the beloved child both of promise and of prayer. The man of God shrunk not from obedience to his righteous Lord; for well he knew that each command is wisely spoken, which the mouth of Jehovah proclaims to the children of men:-but nevertheless, human nature was strong, very strong, in fighting against faith and grace, and