Almighty! in these wondrous works of thine, What power, what wisdom, and what goodness shine! And are thy wonders, Lord, by men explored, And yet creating glory unadored? Creation smiles in various beauty gay, While day to night, and night succeeds to day. That wisdom which attends Jehovah's ways, Shines most conspicuous in the solar rays. Without them, destitute of heat and light, This world would be the reign of endless night. In their excess, how would our race complain, Abhorring life! how hate its lengthened chain! From air, or dust, what numerous ills would rise! What dire contagion taint the burning skies! What pestilential vapor, fraught with death, Would rise, and overspread the lands beneath! Hail, smiling Morn, that, from the orient main Ascending, dost adorn the heavenly plain! So rich, so various are thy beauteous dyes, That spread through all the circuit of the skies, That, full of thee, my soul in rapture soars, And thy great God, the cause of all, adores! O'er beings infinite his love extends, His wisdom rules them, and his power defends. When tasks diurnal tire the human frame, The spirits faint, and dim the vital flame, Then, too, that ever-active bounty shines, Which not infinity of space confines. The sable veil, that Night in silence draws, Conceals effects, but shows th' Almighty Cause. Night seals in sleep the wide creation fair, And all is peaceful, but the brow of care. Again gay Phoebus, as the day before, Wakes every eye but what shall wake no more; Again the face of Nature is renewed, Which still appears harmonious, fair, and good. May grateful strains salute the smiling morn, Before its beams the eastern hills adorn! FOOTNOTES: [5] _Sol_ is the word for sun in Latin, the language spoken by the ancient Romans. [6] Phoebus was the name for the sun, in the language of the ancient Greeks. THE DYING CHRISTIAN. BY FRANCES E. W. HARPER. The silver cord was loosened, We knew that she must die; We read the mournful token In the dimness of her eye. Like a child oppressed with slumber, She calmly sank to rest, With her trust in her Redeemer, And her head upon his breast. She faded from our vision, Like a thing of love and light; But we feel she lives forever, A spirit pure and bright. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS. BY L. MARIA CHILD.