THE HOUR OF PEACE.

From the lap of night it springs, With heaps of business on its wings; Prepare to meet them in a mind That bows submissively resign'd; That would to works appointed fall; That knows that God has order'd all. And whether with a small repast, We sober break the morning fast; Or in our thoughts and houses lay The future methods of the day; Or early walk abroad to meet Our business with industrious feet. Whate'er we think, whate'er we do, His glory still be kept in view. O Giver of eternal bliss,

Heavenly Father, grant me this! Grant it all, as well as me,

All whose hearts are fix'd on Theo­

Who revere Thy Son above­

Who Thy sacred Spirit love.

PARNELL

THE HOUR OF PEACE.

WHEN groves, by moonlight, silence keep, And winds the vexed waves release,