For the Times & Seasons

Straight is the gate, and narrow is the way which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it."-Matt. 7:14

When I espous'd the cause of truth, With purpose fix'd, we must presume

The holy spirit, from on high, An onward course, with steadfast aim;

Promply (Promptly) instructed me, forsooth, And keep perfection's mark in view,

To lay my youthful prospects by. Reckless, of grandeur, ease and fame.

I saw along the "narrow way" Alas! for some, who lately shone

An ordeal, which the saints must meet Resplendent, like the orbs on high:

To gain the prise (prize): I therefore lay Who're waning like yon late full-moon,

My earthly all, at Jesus' feet. That now seems verging from the sky!

My life committed to his care, Can man secure the great reward,

With food and raiment I'm content; And from thy holy precepts stray?

While with the "faithful," I share Take not thy spirit from me, Lord!

The glorious blessings, God has sent. But keep me in the "narrow way."

Who, thinks beneath life's golden sky, Oh! let me never never prise (prize),

To reach the upper court of God! Thy favor, less than earthly good;

Who, can the christian armor ply, Nor thy prophetic voice despise,

In lifes gay pathway, smooth and broad? Like those that perished in the flood!

ELIZA R. SNOW.