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VERSES Oa being requested to write some lines on the following text of Scripture:— Hereby shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye mve love One towards another." Love is the sunshine of the soul- Its blessings how transcendant! Where faith and hope, with sweet control, Shins forth with joy resplendent. Lovo is all graces far above— The worldling it refineth- A God-like grace—for God is love- From Him its glory shineth. 'Twaa love that brought the Saviour down, The Lord of light and glory- Behold him with his thorny crown— His temples torn, and gory. TWM from his lips the mandate fell, An4 Heaven with music ringeth— With the blest theme, from those who dwell With him, and his praise siogeth. By him the mystic chain was wove,' Round Christian hearts enwreathing, Uniting in the bands of love All human creatures breathing; The test by which we shall be tried If we love one another Whom he hath loved, for whom he died, As sister, friend, or brother. Love is the heart's best sacrifice, All other gifts excelling. Oh may its praise as incense rise From ev'ry peasant's dwelling. Oh love shines o'er us from afar, Our weary footsteps guiding— The bright and lustrous morning star, O'er desert wastes still shining. The heart's bright gem of prizeless worth, To mortals kindly given— A flower of pure celestial birth, Which blossomed first in heaven, From whence it caught its glowing hue, Which through all darkness gleameth Whilt Pity's tears, like pearly dew, Upon its blossoms seemeth. Its sweetness fills far brighter spheres Than those which now have bound us— far here 'tis water'd oft with tears, Which fail in showers round us. Love, like an angel, lingers near, When sorrows dark surround us, To wipe away the contrite tear, And break the spells that bound us. And oh, she weeps with them that weep," Each heart of grief bsguileth; When cold scorn leaves its wounds so deep, How sweetly then she snaileth. With olive branch, behold her come, When daily toils are over, To glaii with smiles the Christian's home, Wfcere she delights to hover. Though Love doth ever kindly fling A veil o'er ev'ry failing, She soars afar on radiant wing. From scenes of strife and railing. May Love then with ye ever dwell: If Sin's vile chains have bound ye, Yet Love can burst the darkest spell That Satan weaves around ye. MARIANNE. Banks of the Ebbw, April 23,1843.

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