nce deride,
To ask a shelter from the storm,
And clothes to keep their bodies warm.
Should farmers their rich stores withhold,
Their lily hands would soon grow cold;--
No more their lips would curl with scorn,
At him who grows and brings them corn;---
You'd see them kneeling at his feet,
To beg for something more to eat;
And plead with him their lives to save,
And snatch them from an opening grave.

Now let us, like the little brook
We've heard of in the fable,
Employ our hearts, our heads and hands,
In doing what we're able;
Till all Columbia praise our deeds,
And nations, o'er the waters,
Will tune their harps and chant their song,
For Franklin's sons and daughters.

A HYMN.

COMPOSED FOR A DONATION GATHERING.

The armies of Isr'el round Mount Sinai stood,
And heard, 'midst its thunders, the voice of their God;
All silent and awe-struck they heard the command--
"Bring unto the Lord the first fruits of your land."

These words are as sacred, their import the same--
As when they came pealing through Sinai's dread flame,--
The banner of Jesus should soon be unfurled,
And waving in triumph all over the world.

Salvation's glad tidings! Oh send them abroad!
And tell the poor pagan that there is a God!
Let those who are toiling in dark heathen lands,
Find Christians all ready to strengthen their hands.

Yet let not your gifts and your offerings all roam;--
Remember the servant of Jesus at home;
He's spending his strength and his life in the cause,--
From wells of salvation pure water he draws.

The wells are our Father's, but still they're so deep,
That shepherds are needed to water the sheep;
And shall they thus labor and toil for our good,
And we not supply them with clothing and food?

How can we still hope that our souls are new born,
And muzzle the oxen which tread out the corn!--
Did God care for oxen, or did he say thus,
Designing to give some instruction to us?

St. Paul has explained it and told what to do--
"Who preaches the gospel must live of it too;"
Some say, were we able we'd give with delight;
But think of the widow who cast in her mite!

What though we've no money to pamper our pride,
She kept not a penny for wants unsupplied;
Yet Jesus beheld her and sanction'd the deed,
And promis'd in future to shield her from need.