The Spirit Giveth Life.

What was in the viewless wind, Wild rushing through the oak, Seemed to my listening, dreaming mind As though a spirit spoke?

What is it to the murmuring stream Doth give so sweet a song, That on its tide my thoughts do seem To pour themselves along?

What is it on the dizzy height, What in each glowing star, That speaks of things beyond the sight, And questions what they are?

What in the rolling thunder's voice, What in the ocean's roar, Hears the grand chorus, "O, rejoice!" Echo from shore to shore?

What in the gentle moon doth see Pure thoughts and tender love, And hears delicious melody Around, below, above?

What bids the savage tempest speak Of terror and dismay, And wakes the agonizing shriek Of guilt that fears to pray?

It is this ever-living mind; This little throb of life Hears its own echoes in the wind, And in the tempest's strife;

To all that's sweet, and bright, and fair, Its own affections gives; Sees its own image everywhere, Through all creation lives.

It bids the everlasting hills Give back the solemn tone; This boundless arch of azure fills With accents all its own.

What is this life-inspiring mind, This omnipresent thought? How shall it ever utterance find For all itself hath taught?

To Him who breathed the heavenly flame, Its mysteries are known; It seeks the source from whence it came, And rests in God alone.

WE NEVER PART FROM THEE.

God, who dwellest everywhere God, who makest all thy care, God, who hearest every prayer, Thou who see'st the heart;

Thou to whom we lift our eyes. Father, help our souls to rise, And, beyond these narrow skies, See thee as thou art!

Let our anxious thoughts be still, Holy trust adore thy will, Holy love our bosoms fill, Let our songs ascend! Dearest friends may parted be, All our earthly treasures flee, Yet we never part from thee, Our eternal Friend.