STANZAS.

Hast thou not marked, when Winter's reign to Spring begins to yield,

How dreary, and how comfortless the prospect round revealed? The miry earth, the cloudy sky, the cold and driving rain,

Seem worse than Winter's sparkling frosts, or fleecy-mantled plain.

No sudden, instantaneous change brings Summer's perfect day, But winds of March, and April showers, prepare the path of May; And Summer's leafy months must pass, in due succession by, Before the husbandman may hope the joy of harvest nigh:

Meek pilgrim to a better world! may not thine eye discern
Some truths of grace, in Nature's school, thine heart may wisely
learn?

Is there no lesson taught to thee by seasons as they roll,
Which ought to animate the hopes of thy immortal soul?

If on thy dark and wintry heart a beam of light divine,

From the blest Sun of Righteousness, hath e'er been known to shine;

Oh! view it as the glorious dawn of that more cloudless light, Which, watched and waited for, shall chase each lingering shade of night.

Be not dismayed by chilling blasts of self-reproof within,
Or tears at night and morning, wept for folly or for sin;
Rather lift up thy head in hope, and be His mercy blest,
Whose ray of light and love divine hath broke thy wintry rest.

In quiet hope, and patient faith, Spring's needful conflicts bear,
Then green shall be thy Summer leaf, in skies more bright & fair;
And fruitage of immortal worth in Autumn's later days,

Shall on thy bending boughs be hung, to speak thy Master's praise.

KINDRED SPIRITS.

BY MARY ANN BROWNE.

Drops from the ocean of eternity,

Rays from the centre of unfailing light;
Things that the human eye can never see,
Are spirits-yet they dwell near human sight;
But as the shattered magnet's fragments still,
Though far apart, will to each other turn,
So, in the breast imprisoned, spirits will
To meet their fellow spirits vainly burn;
And yet not vainly. If the drop shall pass
Through streams of human sorrow, undefiled,
If the eternal ray that heavenly was,

To no false earthly fire be reconciled;
The drop shall mingle with its native main,
The ray shall meet its kindred rays again!

OMNIPRESENCE OF GOD.
Above-below-where'er I gaze,
Thy guiding finger, Lord I view,
Trac'd in the midnight planet's blaze,
Or glistening in the morning dew;
Whate're is beautiful or fair,

Is but thine own reflection there.

I hear thee in the stormy wind:

That turns the ocean wave to foam!"
Not less thy wond'rous power I find,
When summer airs around me roam;
The tempest and the calm declare
Thyself, for thou art every where.

I find thee in the noon of night,
And read thy name in every star
That drinks its splendor from the light
That flows from mercy's beaming car;
Thy footstool, Lord, each starry gem
Composes-not thy diadem.

And when the radiant orb of light

Hath tipp'd the mountain tops with gold,
Smote with the blaze, my wearied sight
Sinks from the wonders I behold;
That ray of glory, bright and fair,
Is but a living shadow there.

Thine is the silent noon of night,

The twilight eve-the dewy morn-
Whate'er is beautiful and bright,

Thine hands have fashioned to adorn;

Thy glory walks in every sphere,

And all things whisper "God is here!"

SPRING.

How beautiful is Spring, the maiden Spring!

Whose hand all warm and bright draws forth the flowersWho dyes with rainbow tints the young bird's wing

Who fills with forest scents the April hours,

How beautiful she is, the year's first child,

(Its sweetest,) with her violet tresses crown'd;
Her gesture, like the antelope's, shy and wild;
Her voice a song, her eyes in pleasure drown'd!
And yet her fairest treasure ne'er is shown

In scents, rich blooms, bright skies, or running river (For streams may fail, and fair buds die ere blown,)

But that then HOPE, whose eyes are like the morn,
Sweet sister of the Spring, is newly born,
Who forward looks for age, and murmureth never.

Few places of resort are possessed of so many delightful attractions as the romantic village of Paterson. The handiwork of nature has been exerted in her nost picturesque models, and every variety of landscape is presented to the traveller. The falls of the Passaic river, though of no very great magnitude, are characterized by a wildness of scenery which imparts a more than ordinary interest to the view. The peculiar location of the stream, which springs down a perpendicular abyss, and is received into a natural basin below-the immense apertures in the basaltic columns which surround it, the serpentine mazes of the river above the fall, and the lake below covered with the angry foam, which sparkles with rainbow lustre as it falls-all conspire to lend an air of enchantment, which, at the same time, impresses the mind with wonder and with awe.

In the year 1827 a foot-bridge was thrown over the principal cataract, which, notwithstanding it detracts somewhat from the native simplicity of the spot, is not without its advantages.

The Passaic river, at Paterson, affords a water power which is second only to Niagara; and, of all the streams that have been diverted from their natural beds for manufacturing purposes, is decidedly the most powerful and valuable. The active hand of human ingenuity has seized upon the facilities which nature offered, and converted them to his own use.

* We have been disappointed in receiving from a correspondent a particular account of the Falls and the Village of Paterson, for the present number.-It will appear hereafter.