'He that loveth abideth in light.'

Pure as the dew, which falls from cloudless skies,
Chaste as the tears that gush from pity's eyes,
Bright as the gems, which gild the torrid night,
And sweet as thoughts that hail an angel's flight,
Benevolence descended from above,
To spread the bliss of universal love !
She came, the daughter of almighty grace,
Parent of smiles, and friend of human race,
To soothe the sorrows man is doomed to know,
And ward the ills that wait on life below.
She wipes the tear by dark misfortune wrung,
She holds the cup to cool the fevered tongue,
And in dim-lighted halls she lends her eyes,
To watch all night where burning anguish lies.
How sweet to follow in her steps, and spread
A warmer vestment o'er the freezing bed ;
To light the ashes of the sleeping hearth,
And cheer the mourner with the voice of mirth.
Ask ye the recompense of so much care ?
Search your own hearts and find the answer there.
What nobler cenotaph can mortals rear,
Than the green earth gem'd by the orphan's tear !
What brighter honors can this world dispense,
Than thy rewards, divine benevolence !



LOVE. i S

In all the varied scenes of earthly woe,
To bring relief, O, when was woman slow ? 1
Search each remotest clime, and you will find
That woman's heart is ever warm and kind.
From palace halls to poverty's lone shed,
Has human sorrow heard her welcome tread.
The proudest prince, and the most abject slave,
Her steps have flown to succor and to save.
