Earth has not anything to show more fair! Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty! This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky-- All bright and glittering in the smokeless air, Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne’er saw I, never felt, a _calm_ so deep! The river glideth at its own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still. _Wordsworth._ Like a frail bark upon an angry sea Is man, o’erburdened with a weight of sin; Tossed to and fro, and like to perish, he Seeks how he best may ’scape, and safety win: What trembling Jonah is it hides within, That from the Lord would vainly strive to flee? Seek till ye find him, straight the quest begin! And cast him forth that ye may lightened be. Then with a prayer approach the throne of grace, The Saviour’s with thee, though he seems to sleep; Have ye but faith, and wait a little space, He will arise, and say unto the deep-- “Be still!” The waves will sink, like your alarm, O’er troubled heart and soul will come a mighty _calm_. _Egone._ CALVARY. And when they were come to the place which is called _Calvary_, there they crucified him.--Luke, xxiii. 33. O _Calvary_! how blessed are thy borders, More holy than God’s sanctuary mount, Of whose high praise be Angels the recorders; But grateful Man thy praises shall recount, There Jesus is adored, but here he died! O _Calvary_! that road is as a fount, Whence with a sanguine stream thou art supplied, Yet healing as Bethesda.--_Calvary!_ _J. A. Heraud._ From _Calvary_ a cry was heard, A long reiterated cry; My Saviour’s every mournful word Bespeaks thy soul’s deep agony. * * * * * Let the dumb world her silence break; Let pealing anthems rend the sky! Awake, my sluggish soul, awake! He died, that we may never die. _Cunningham._ When on Sinai’s top I see God descend in Majesty, To proclaim His holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. When, in ecstacy sublime, Tabor’s glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o’er my sight. When on _Calvary_ I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer’s face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace.