THE RESURRECTION OF THE JUST.

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O thou my God, my being's health and source, Better than life, brighter than noon to me, Stretch out thy loving hand, with gentle force, Bend this still- struggling will, and draw it

after Thee.

Return to me, my oft- forgotten God,

My spirit's true tho' long- forsaken rest; Undo these bars, re- enter thine abode,

In Thee and in Thy love alone would I be blest.

Re- mould this inner man in every part,

Re- knit these broken ties, resume thy sway; Take, as Thy throne and altar, this poor heart; Oh teach me how to love, oh help me te obey!

THE RESURRECTION OF THE JUST.

AUTUMN has come at last; and nature now Binds up her summer tresses and disrobes, That she may lay herself in silence down Upon her winter's couch, and there by sleep Repair her worn- out energies, and draw New life into her veins, that when the sun Flames out again, and the long- silent voice Of happy birds and happier children wakes Spring's first glad matin song, she may arise, Girt with new strength and with fresh beauty clothed.