I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
I love, in solitude, to shed
The penitential tear;
And all His promises to plead,
When none but God can hear.
I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
And all my cares...
Or, the British Soldier in China
[“Some Seiks, and a private of the Buffs, 1 having remained behind with the grog carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. On the next day they were brought before the authorities and ordered to perform Kotou. The Seiks obeyed, but Moyse, the English soldier, declared he would not prostrate himself before any Chinaman alive, and was...
Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes,
Where sire and child devoutly kneel,
While through the open casement nigh
The vernal blossoms firagrant steal.
Prayer may be sweet in stately halls.
Where heart with kindred heart is blent,
And upward to th' eternal throne
The hymn...
