But while I wondered and adored His Majesty divine, I did not tremble at His power: I felt that God was mine; I knew that my Redeemer lived; I did not fear to die; Full sure that I should rise again To immortality. I longed to view that bliss divine, Which eye hath never seen; Like Moses, I would see His face Without the veil between. CONFIDENCE. Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe; But I will not despair. With this polluted heart, I dare to come to Thee, Holy and mighty as Thou art, For Thou wilt pardon me. I feel that I am weak, And prone to every sin; But Thou who giv'st to those who seek, Wilt give me strength within. Far as this earth may be From yonder starry skies; Remoter still am I from Thee: Yet Thou wilt not despise. I need not fear my foes, I deed not yield to care; I need not sink beneath my woes, For Thou wilt answer prayer. In my Redeemer's name, I give myself to Thee; And, all unworthy as I am, My God will cherish me. My sister Anne had to taste the cup of life as it is mixed for the class termed "Governesses." The following are some of the thoughts that now and then solace a governess:-- LINES WRITTEN FROM HOME. Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground, With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders round With wild and melancholy moan; There is a friendly roof I know, Might shield me from the wintry blast; There is a fire whose ruddy glow Will cheer me for my wanderings past. And so, though still where'er I go Cold stranger glances meet my eye; Though, when my spirit sinks in woe, Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh; Though solitude, endured too long, Bids youthful joys too soon decay, Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue, And overclouds my noon of day; When kindly thoughts that would have way Flow back, discouraged, to my breast, I know there is, though far away, A home where heart and soul may rest. Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine, The warmer heart will not belie; While mirth and truth, and friendship shine In smiling lip and earnest eye. The ice that gathers round my heart May there be thawed; and sweetly, then, The joys of youth, that now depart, Will come to cheer my soul again. Though far I roam, that thought shall be My hope, my comfort everywhere; While such a home remains to me, My heart shall never know despair. THE NARROW WAY. Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way, And faint before the truth.