'Tis sweet to watch thee in thy sleep,

When thou, my boy, art dreaming ; 'Tis sweet o'er thee a watch to keep, To mark the smile that seems to creep

O'er thee, like daylight, gleaming. 'Tis sweet to mark thy tranquil breast

Heave, like a small wave flowing; To see thee take thy gentle rest, With nothing, save fatigue, oppress'd,

And health on thy cheek glowing. To mark thee now, or when awake,

Sad thoughts alas ! steal o'er me; For thou in time a part must take, That may thy fortunes mar or make,

In the wide world before thee. But I, my child, have hopes of thes,

And may they ne'er be blighted !

That I, years hence, may live to see
Thy name as dear to all as me--

Thy virtue well requited.
I'll watch thy dawn of joys, and mould

Thy little mind to duty;
I'll teach thee words, as I behold
Thy faculties, like flowers, unfold

In intellectual beauty.

And then I'll strive to bring thee near

To Him who children blesses :
I'll teach thee how to love and fear
That Saviour, to whom thou art dear

Beyond my fond caresses.

And then, perhaps, when I am dead,

And friends around me weeping, Thou'lt see me to my grave, and shod A tear upon my narrow bed,

Where I shall then be sleeping.

EPITAPH ON AN INTANT.

The cup of life just with her lips she prest, Found the taste bitter, and declin'd the rest. Averse, then turning from the face of day, She softly sighed her little soul away.

• HYMN For a Sunday School Anniversary. Though short our course,-how deep a sta

On our young hearts appears.! Captives from birth, we drag a chain,

Which lengthens with our years.
With life's first pulse the seeds of sin

Their work of death disclose;
Like hidden worms conceal'd within

The foldings of the rose.
Yet, we the gospel-call refuse,

Lull'd in delusive sleep;
We love what God with anger views,

We smile whilst angels weep.
What interposing arm can save

From chains like these the soul ? Or where the consecrated wave

Can cleanse from stain so foul ?
Oh! not in us such gifts unite;

Saviour, we look to thee;
Make bare thine arm, put forth thy might,

And thine is victory.