e saints,
And striking at the life.

If with the aspersed one he should fail,
The asperser's sure to fall;
For, losing Christian charity,
Have we not lost our all?

Ye know not, vain contenders,
What spirit ye are of;
Alas! ye are weak "defenders"
Of "the faith that works by love,"

Which purifies the feelings,
And makes all sweet within,
Tenders the heart before the Lord,
And keeps the spirit clean.

Go and adorn the doctrine
Ye are feigning to approve,
And seek for strength to follow Him
Whose first, best name is Love.

But cease from defamation;
The poet says 'tis worse
To steal his _reputation_
Than rob him of his _purse_.

Look home, look home, defamers,
There's business there for _you_;
Weed well your own deceitful hearts,
You'll find enough to do.

Perhaps _that_ God, before whose glance
Each soul unveiled appears,
Sees that thy brother's work is done,
While thine is in arrears.

Then leave, ah! leave the little mote
Which thou, and thou alone,
Mark'st in his eye, and take away
The beam that blinds thine own.

_Thou_ hast had much, yea _much_ forgiven;
Then is it just and right,
From him, who is thy fellow worm,
To exact the utmost mite?

"Judge not," the blessed Jesus said,
"Judgment is mine alone;
He only who has never sinned
Should dare to cast a stone.

"But love thy neighbor as thyself,
His friend, his helper be,
And show _that_ mercy unto him
Which God has shown to thee."

1845. E. P. G.

AT A TIME OF DEEP PROVING.

Poor throbbing heart! the battle wave of life
Beats strong against thee, yet thou strugglest on,
Breasting the mighty billows, though no kind, well-known voice,
When the great mountain wave threatens to o'erwhelm,
Whispers the soul-reviving words, "Be of good cheer,
The port is nearing fast!" Instead of this
Is heard the mournful moan of the discourager,
Portending peril, shipwreck, loss of all.
But ah! poor struggling heart!
An eye is over thee, a Father's eye,
Of tender love and pity. There is ONE
Whose voice is mightier than the noise
Of many waters, who sitteth on the flood
And reigneth King forever.
He sees thee breast the wave, upheld alone
By childlike trust and confidence in Him,
And through the storm is heard