See, see! glad beams of light,
Athwart sin's heavy night,

Stream through the morning's widely opening gates:
All hail! the King of kings
Abroad his banner flings,

And earth subdued, his peaceful reign awaits.

REV. ELNATHAN DAVIS.

THERE IS WORK FOR ALL.

There is work for all in this world of ours—
Ho! idle dreamers in sunny bowers!
Ho! giddy triflers with time and health!
Ho! covetous hoarders of golden wealth!
There is work for each, there is work for all,

In the peasant's cot, in the noble's hall;

There is work for the wise and eloquent tongue,
There is work for the old, there is work for the young ;
There is work that tasks manhood's strengthened zeal,
For his nation's welfare, his country's weal;
There is work that asks woman's gentle hand,
Her pitying eye, and her accents bland;
From the uttermost bounds of this earthly ball,
Is heard the loud cry-" There is work for all!"
Look at our brethren, toiling in chains,

There is work for all while a slave remains ;

Think on the waste of human life,

In the deadly scenes of the battle strife;
Gaze on the drukard's wife and child,
List to his ravings, so fierce and wild;
Look on the gibbet with shuddering eye,
As the place where a fellow-man may die;
Think on the felon in dungeon dim,
He is thy brother-go, work for him;
Look on the outcast from virtue's pale,
Pity thy sister, though erring and frail;
Visit the widow, the orphan, the old,

When the wind blows keen and the nights are cold;
Think of the poor in their low estate,

The toiling poor who make nations great;
Think of the sick, as they helpless lie;
Think of the maniac's frenzied eye;

And remember the grave with its long repose,
Which "no work, nor device, nor wisdom knows."
Let the motive be pure, and the aim be right,
What thy hand finds to do, do with all thy might,
For from every clime on this earthly ball

Is heard the loud cry-" There is work for all!"

E. B. P.

BIBLE GRATITUDE.

During the late hostilities with England an order was given for the war prayer to be read in all the Churches of Norway for success against the British arms. A company of Norwegian Miners refused to join their petitions with those of their nation. "When starvation overtook us," said the generous band, "it was the corn and sympathies of England which saved us from death; and what is yet more deserving of our gratitude, it was England who sent us the Bible-we cannot pray against England."

Arise against Britannia, go !

Her fleet is on the main ;

Arm, arm from every mountain's brow,

Arm, arm from every plain !
And summoned by that mustering call,
The land rose up in ire,

Till, from low hut to kingly hall,
All Norway caught the fire.

Kneel! kneel! that Heaven may pour, like rain,
Swift vengeance on the foe!

And forth from every house and fane

The prayer was heard to go;

Save one meek band of peasant men,
Who would not bow the knee;

None heard their voices mingling then
In hymns for victory.

But when the lattice pane grew red
With the sun's closing ray,

And from long toil the miner sped,
Quick on his homeward way;

Then from low hearts of humble worth
Went up a prayerful strain,

That dove-like peace might brood o'er earth,
On silver wings again.

"Who when the famine mocked our toil,
Sent help across the sea?

Thy stores were opened, generous Isle,
And shall we war with thee?

Yet dwells there loftier cause than this,
Oh! clime, beloved of Heaven!
Our first, sweet hope of endless bliss,
From sons of thine was given.

"Fair was the bark that freely bore
For us the page of life;

Peace! peace! oh, Albion, evermore-
We will not pray for strife."
Still, still, my England! shower thy gifts

Of earthly, heavenly bread;

So on thy name, in every clime,
A blessing shall be shed.

MARIE.